On the roads of the country green, fragrant flowers with bold flavor identity, have heard songs revved his heart. The singing, her flowers, beautiful as you, the teacher population. My soul, like fresh green leaf shadow eagle. My heart, enthusiasm red Poinciana flowers. As birds fly across the domain, you set off, flying away many grandchildren as they enjoy Uncle Ho.Tu cultural warriors who grew up in the cradle native Vietnam. The children stayed up late light many nights , under trenches many battles militants have children. Already some effusive farewell celebrations. Writers, who ban guns, people go away, every memory written in the heart. Spanish rekindled how you say dream ideal, glorious sound of his father's history of national construction. I'm going to sow the seed bag beautiful soul, imitate revolutionary hero brightly illuminated. Youth are the future party Fatherland, grew up in the cradle native Vietnam.
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