"On the altar of the May democracy
Noble souls that have become the torch of the homeland
Burning their bodies
To become the guardian of democracy.

Your death is not a death
May you be the flag that never dies
Graves are not graves
But a I iving roar
The power of a hundred people
The roar that never ends
Will stand in front, the I iving shal I follow.

Twenty years under the gun and sword of oppression
Testified through the mouths of the living
Fought through the hands and feet of the living
Argued through the conscience of the living
You are the shield and spear of the living
You are tt1e eternal fighter that knows no death.

My love, the sou! of the Mayflower
.... "

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