Three colors.

I see three colors and it is you.

I always knew.

You've been with me all my life.

You nursed me and make me into who I am tonight.

Your three colors dance with the wind as you're held high.

Day or night. In front of my eyes.

No matter what, your truthful eagle will watch me from the sky while it dines.

Hope, peace, and blood are what you hide behind your colors.

Your people and history had transform you throughout the years.

You have secrets yet to reveal.




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