.Unless the van breaks down
in the wilds of Hungary
Unless the flowers wilt and fade
We start to hate ourselves
Hands to work and hearts to God
Our visions are yet sleeping
Our children will from ashes rise
Long dead and gone
Proud lions in their hearts revive
But f.
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