Applying for finnish citizenship
10 Aprile 2006
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Our land, our land, our fatherland,
Sound loud, O name of worth!
No mount that meets the heaven's band.
No hidden vale, no wave-washed strand.
Is loved, as is our native North.
Our own forefathers' earth.
Thy blossom, in the bud laid low,
Yet ripened shall upspring.
See! From our love once more shall grow
Thy light, thy joy, thy hope, thy glow!
And clearer yet one day shall ring
The song our land shall sing.
It still depends on tonight's results. But I do have a backpack and an anorak ready, I just hope they are friendlier with immigrants than we are.
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(14:13, EST) The only way big B. can win now is by "recounting" the votes.
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