Under the vast and free-colored sky,
The dawn arrives unbound,
The breeze races freely over the fields,
And each inhalation feels like triumph.
Every leaf that quivers in the wind
Knows nothing of confinement;
The rivers swirl, the mountains resonate,
And hope soars high on bold wings.
To tread a journey of personal choice,
With spirit unrestrained,
To mold the universe with my own hands,
And sow affection deeply in my territory.
Liberty isn’t an award we possess,
It’s something we need to nurture;
It flourishes when fairness takes its rightful place,
And illumination is free to shine.
So lift your eyes to the heavens,
Let the wings of optimism spread;
And guard, with vigilant care,
This joy is ours to cherish.
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