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ALUTA

It may be little but it is enough for you my brother
Love will fill and sate the unfulfilled other
It may be difficult but I can face it because you are my sisters
Loves you make me wake up hopeful 
Despair may becon but you inspire me my little one
How can I give up before you rise to the peak of the world
All may be lost but can I loose the sight of your hope mothers
How can I dash your dreams for me on the rock of hoplesness
It may be hopeless but how can I let you down my sweetheart
The promises I made under the moonlight
It may be beyond words
But it will never be beyond the bonds that hold us together 
Sleep well tomorrow we wake to fight again
Aluta to the end

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