Sanda enni bittya novu

To rise higher of all,
To contend till death,
We can't somehow fall,
And hard our footpath.

Destroy all cycle line,
the goal for all of us,
True life is very fine,
Let's go to morning bus

I hate world's swamps,
Curve that limit life,
And Earth prison kamps.

Oh, eternal knowledge,
Be dear love, my wife,
I won't be on off-edge.


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