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 Their immortality,

Blent in their children's child,

Glad, sad or mad, or mild,

What was, still is, must be,

Like the eternal sea,

Ever in ebb and flow.

Ever in ebb and flow

Their immortality

Beats onward like the sea.

Because in years ago

Two people loved, lo!

A nation is alive. Rh