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The Rice Grain Suffers Under The Blow Of The Pestle. But Admire Its Whiteness Once The Order Is Over. So It Is With Men And The World We Live In. To Be A Man One Must Suffer The Blows Of Misfortune.

I Only Follow One Party: The Vietnamese Party.

You Will Kill Ten Of Us, We Will Kill One Of You, But In The End, You Will Tire Of It First.

Every House Was Festooned With Flowers And With Lanterns. On The National Day, The Whole Country Went Wild With Joy, But On That Very Day, I Was Placed In Chains And Transferred: The Wind Remains Contrary To The Flight Of The Eagle.

Our Mountains Will Always Be, Our Rivers Will Always Be, Our People Will Always Be, The American Invaders Defeated, We Will Rebuild Our Land Ten Times More Beautiful.