Like the mountain-stream ,
Flows ever in our heart .
Heart that's clean and pure ,
Like a white flower ,
Blooms ever in our breast .
Smile that's bright and brilliant ,
Like the moon radiance ,
Shines ever on our faces .
Voice that's sweet and gentle ,
Like a little fiddle ,
Says ever from our lips .
We donate eagerly we can ,
We do on the good deeds ,
And cultivate of the future seeds .
(Honor to activity of Setanashin
Kyaw Kyaw Oo(Y.C.D.C)
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