| The sun on the meadow is summery warm
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| The stag in the forest runs free
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| But gather together to greet the storm
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| Tomorrow belongs to me
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| The branch of the linden is leafy and green
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| The Rhine gives its gold to the sea
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| But somewhere a glory awaits unseen
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| Tomorrow belongs to me
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| Oh fatherland, fatherland, show us the sign
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| Your children have waited to see
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| The morning will come when the world is mine
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| Tomorrow belongs
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| Tomorrow belongs
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| Tomorrow belongs
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| Tomorrow belongs to me
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| The babe in his cradle is closing his eyes
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| The blossom embraces the bee
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| But soon there’s a whisper, arise, arise
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| Tomorrow belongs to me
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| Now fatherland, fatherland, show us the sign
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| Your children have waited to see
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| The morning will come when the world is mine
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| Tomorrow belongs
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| Tomorrow belongs
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| Tomorrow belongs
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| Tomorrow belongs to me |