Flying over all, the wise bird sees;
Not many nations but one world,
Not warring countries but feuding siblings.
As the bird flies over the lush ground,
He hears the earth sing, the wind its voice:
“Children of the earth, children of the earth,
Why won't you come together, children of the earth?”
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