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I shall hold you to the end
Mama, my joy!Mama, my pride!
You weep and grief for me
When i toil or die for you.
Young as i am my part
I must play, i should never
Feel the pain in death or toil.
I will follow you across the ridges
To the mountaintop, the spot
To which we aspire to reach!
The stars among them dwell
Our dreams, i will follow them
To the bossom of brighter skies.
And while i pursue our common future
Along this rocking terrain
We must learn to wait devoutly
And so long, for the slow moon
Climbs the sky slowly, assuredly...
I shall hold you to the end, protect you
From infidels who desecrate your shrines
