| A hard path through life leads us,
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| The harsh law rules this world,
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| Only the strong will pass their way to the end,
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| And the weak die along the way.
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| Only the strong will pass their way to the end,
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| And the weak die along the way.
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| Changes autumn to summer every year,
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| Cold wind knocking down flocks of birds,
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| In the distant birds are going to hike,
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| Only the weak and helpless are abandoned.
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| When the soul is tired of adversity,
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| And the heart will tighten like a steel spring,
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| I look with longing at the blue sky,
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| And I remember the birds abandoned in a foreign land.
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| The wedge leader leads south across the sky,
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| To the homeland of birds, the weary school rules,
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| Birds go flying to a distant place,
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| Leaving the powerless in a foreign land.
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| When you can't sleep at night because of bitter tears,
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| I often think with sadness and anxiety,
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| That people are also like big birds,
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| They make their flight from life to eternity.
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| That people are also like big birds,
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| They make their flight from life to eternity.
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| And our spirit aspires to the sky like a bird,
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| A flock of people flies to their native lands,
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| It's time for me to say goodbye to the earth,
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| But wings do not rise to heaven.
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| It's time for me to say goodbye to the earth,
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| But wings do not rise to heaven.
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| A hard path through life leads us,
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| The harsh law rules this world,
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| Only the strong will pass their way to the end,
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| And the weak die along the way.
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| Only the strong will pass their way to the end,
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| And the weak die along the way. |