as one reaps what
he sows,
and crowds go upfront with pride,
when consciousness has surpassed a limit.
Ya Saqeem Naf takharu Nabi San.
Hadha xadu xayatuhuilla yadidh
morra l Miim Shamoon Punjam.
I am another,
I am the last.
Utterly full of love, utterly full.
We are the ones who are the ones who are the
ones who are the ones who are the ones who
the ones who are the ones who are the ones
who are the ones who are the ones who are the
yam s'see gurai hvalad achgagayn oulvayj
The roses that have dlawed spring
They brighten the early morning
The garden of those that the fire will blaze
We are the children of the people,
all of us are the children of the people.
We are the children of the people,
all of us are the children of the people.
We are the children of the people,
all of us are the children of the people.
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