  My work for my race Will always be Tireless toil To make them proud of me. Now if we all work To this one point, Strong will be our union, No nation could break the joint. Just think! of all of us trying To make one another proud, Why the little stars in their glory Would almost speak aloud. Then they’d shine brighter and brighter, And with love, they’d light the way, For the race that is loving to each other There is sure to come a better day. |
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