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NOSTAGIA
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    Nostagia 

  Oh you wanderers

  Your motherland beckoned

  To come and cleanse your place of birth

  Of her dirt and pestilence

   Nostagia

   Oh you travellers 

  Your fatherland beckoned

  To come and serve your land 

  With integrity and honour

    Nostagia

      Oh you wanderers

     Your motherland beckoned

      You as her sunshine

     That must not be dimmed

      Nostagia

     Oh you in the diaspora

     Your motherland beckoned

     To come and contribute your quota

     Instead of paying lip services to mother cause

     Nostagia

     Your father land beckoned

    To leave mediocrity and commonalities

    When looking for travel rewards

    Nostagia 

   Oh you wanderers and travellers

    Are you not homesick 

    Of your place of birth

    Where all the difference are make.