Let peace continue with this country. Let wrath, envy, hate, fear and struggle vanish. Now, when the lost reign over your affairs will return to you, people, it will return. The cloud is slowly sailing away from the skies, Everyone is reaping his own harvest. Let my prayer speak to the hearts (that are) Not burned by the times of bitterness like blooms by a late frost. Let peace continue with this country. Let wrath, envy, hate, fear and struggle vanish. Now, when the lost reign over your affairs will return to you, people, it will return. Let my prayer speak to the hearts (that are) Not burned by the times of bitterness like blooms by a late frost. Let peace continue with this country. Let wrath, envy, hate, fear and struggle vanish. Now, when the lost reign over your affairs will return to you, people, it will return.

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