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Where the mind is without fear and the' money notes' are held high Where culprits are free Where the world has been broken up into fragments By narrow Caste walls Where words come out from the depth of deceit Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards corruption Where the murky stream of treason has found a new way Into the dreamy land of good habit Where the mind is led forward by them Into ever-widening draught of good thought and action
From that Hell of Slavery, my Father, let my country arise .
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