Gone but not Bygone
Be contended o' the mothers of the matyr
Dont let their absence make you forlorn
The whole nation stands in assurance
They are gone but not bygone
Mop your tears off your face
Your milk and toil will pay off anon
Prevailing prosperity stands evident
They are gone but not bygone
The masked tyrants will soon get scalped
We wont forget that odious dawn
All humanity bows down to hail those
Who are gone but not bygone
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My country
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