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There - the colors of our
flag unfurled:
Before the RED, red rose
achieves its glory,
Its stem of thorns can
wound.
The WHITE of the lily-
of-the-valley,
Bell-shaped though the
blossoms be,
Does not ring an anthem.
But BLUE is the forget-
me-not.
It should not hide,
Nor need to beg remembrance.
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