Shaven headed onward you march
The love of freedom in your hearts
The saffron robes, your upturned bowls
You have such beauty in your souls
And, though, we offer you our love
Your freedom will be won with blood.
Shaven headed onward you march
The love of freedom in your hearts
The saffron robes, your upturned bowls
You have such beauty in your souls
And, though, we offer you our love
Your freedom will be won with blood.
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