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The field overflowed with the blood of heroes yet blood fell cheap on the battleground still no freedom for those who dared silence to the soul,who made little sound. Onward they marched common man and soldiers alike to stop the tyranny once in for all their cry for freedom echoed in the winds one by one,the enemies will fall. Their pledge to the soil turned into action sacrifices were made in the heart of motherland patriot after patriot bathed in blood as quit India movement began to expand. Finally,at the stroke of midnight hour freedom came out loud and strong the people of India cherished their dreams as a storm loomed with their hallowed song. To this day,India remembers her heroes whose blood has spoken the language of freedom India stands proud,with her flag flying high reclaiming her land and her beautiful kingdom.
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Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 2:59 AM UTC
Independence Day
The field overflowed with the blood of heroes yet blood fell cheap on the battleground still no freedom for those who dared silence to the soul,who made little sound. Onward they marched common man and soldiers alike to stop the tyranny once in for all their cry for freedom echoed in the winds one by one,the enemies will fall. Their pledge to the soil turned into action sacrifices were made in the heart of motherland patriot after patriot bathed in blood as quit India movement began to expand. Finally,at the stroke of midnight hour freedom came out loud and strong the people of India cherished their dreams as a storm loomed with their hallowed song. To this day,India remembers her heroes whose blood has spoken the language of freedom India stands proud,with her flag flying high reclaiming her land and her beautiful kingdom.
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Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 2:59 AM UTC
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