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Taiwan, O My Homeland
Taiwan, O my Homeland,
The soil I live and die on,
Where ten million of my fellow countrymen
With me forever share every joy and grief.
Every drop of blood, sweat and tears
Shed over the soil had my ancestors,
Solely in search of good fortune.
Let be past our humiliation-stained past
Let us pry open afresh today
A wholly new history of our own
— Ong Iok-tek