| No man, no madness
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| Though their sad power may prevail
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| Can possess, conquer, my country’s heart
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| They rise to fail
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| She is eternal
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| Long before nations' lines were drawn
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| When no flags flew, when no armies stood
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| My land was born
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| And you ask me why I love her
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| Through wars, death and despair
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| She is the constant, we who don’t care
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| And you wonder will I leave her — but how?
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| I cross over borders but I’m still there now
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| How can I leave her?
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| Where would I start?
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| Let man’s petty nations tear themselves apart
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| My land’s only borders lie around my heart |