| There will be a day filled to the brim
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| There will be many correct toasts,
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| Don't forget, raising your glasses,
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| To say a toast to our men.
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| For men strong and beautiful,
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| For smart and beloved men,
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| For men, for ours, for the real ones,
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| Beloved and relatives.
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| For men, for ours, for the real ones,
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| Beloved and relatives.
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| We got up together and there is no need to argue,
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| Do not regret the warmest words,
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| We must stand to drink for support,
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| For our beloved men.
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| For men strong and beautiful,
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| For smart and beloved men,
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| For men, for ours, for the real ones,
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| Beloved and relatives.
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| For men, for ours, for the real ones,
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| Beloved and relatives.
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| Men are like children
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| It's very hard to deal with them
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| But they are dearest of all in the world,
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| We must love and respect them.
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| For men strong and beautiful,
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| For smart and beloved men,
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| For men, for ours, for the real ones,
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| Beloved and relatives.
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| For men, for ours, for the real ones,
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| Beloved and relatives.
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| For men, for ours, for the real ones,
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| Beloved and relatives.
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| For men, for ours, for the real ones,
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| Beloved and relatives.
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| For men, for ours, for the real ones,
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| Beloved and relatives. |