In Fields of Green, a Flame is Born

Sunbeams dance on fields of green,

Where blades of grass, like dancers lean.

My heart, a kite, on winds is swept,

With dreams that bloom, no longer slept.

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This land, it sings in whispers low,

Of ancient lore and heroes' glow.

Each rippling stream, each towering tree,

Holds echoes strong, for you and me.

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When anthems rise, like eagle's call,

Our spirits soar, stand tall, stand tall!

In every thread, in every grain,

Our nation's heart, it beats again.

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From laughter's chime to teardrop's trace,

We weave a bond, an endless grace.

In sunlit fields, where shadows play,

We rise together, come what may.

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So spread your wings, like wings of fire,

Let passion burn, let hopes aspire!

With gentle strength, with spirit bright,

Beguile the world with guiding light.

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For pride's not boast, but love untold,

In hands that build, in stories told.

Beneath the sun, forever stand,

One nation strong, hand in hand.

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In fields of green, a flame is born,

Within our hearts, a brand new morn.

So let it shine, let freedom ring,

And in this land, forever sing!