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My fellowmen, let us all sing the National Anthem
Land of the morning, child of the sun returning,
with fervor burning, thee do our souls adore.
Land dear and holy, cradle of noble heroes,
Ne'er shall invaders trample thy sacred shore.
Even within thy skies and through thy clouds and o'er thy hills and sea
do we behold the radiance, feel the throb of glorious liberty.
Thy banner, dear to all our hearts, its sun and stars alight.
O, never shall its shining field be dimmed by tyrant's might!
Beautiful land of love, O land of light,
in thine embrace 'tis rapture to lie.
But it is glory ever, when thou art wronged,
for us, thy sons, to suffer and die.