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Mayon Volcano of our Nation's Pride Sleek be your Shape on our Motherland's Back Surrounding Spices, your Flaming Rage hide Which Form to take our Economy lack So you decide to Chill; And leave a Bruise That from Bathala's Favour reaped your Skin And Kiss the Nimbus pour her Tears a-new Whose Lost Love's Folly besought from Within Then why Cagsawa, her Arm does extend Ringing her Bell despite the Missing Pall Meant her Heart Forever; Love without End Her Chorus buried as if there at all. She bids her Wave, as Albayenos notice That Spark from your Mouth; Kindle her Precipice.
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC
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Mayon Volcano of our Nation's Pride Sleek be your Shape on our Motherland's Back Surrounding Spices, your Flaming Rage hide Which Form to take our Economy lack So you decide to Chill; And leave a Bruise That from Bathala's Favour reaped your Skin And Kiss the Nimbus pour her Tears a-new Whose Lost Love's Folly besought from Within Then why Cagsawa, her Arm does extend Ringing her Bell despite the Missing Pall Meant her Heart Forever; Love without End Her Chorus buried as if there at all. She bids her Wave, as Albayenos notice That Spark from your Mouth; Kindle her Precipice.
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC
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