Again the bright fortnight,
The full moon, and everyone
Is burning in the fire.
The fire has its own darkness,
We are to cross over the darkness and
The fire at the same time.
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And living.Life is freeAnd it requiresLove, unconditional.Love is great,All light and light.
Who is the son of the soil?
Who is neither gloriousNor devoted to the mother,To the mother language,And also to the motherland.Certainly not who is livingWith his blind eyes, andWho produces nothing and notAble to do anything against oneWho is not in favor of his language,Let me say he is like urine,That has no value, and is unfit to live,Being deprived of…
Restore power men,
All around you.Being the sovereign,You are to doA lot of good.Being free, youAre to touch the truth.
Each one is eternal,
Each one is a creator,Each one is his own destroyer.Each one is his past,His present and also his future.Pass no comment on anyone, dear,Each one is here act as the lighter.
Yes I can merry you
No individual orOrganisation includingPublic and governmentCan check me at any timeDoing so freelyHere or there.
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