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Pyhdon, O Pyhdon,
Our home, our strength, our pride.
Through all the trials we've weathered,
Our spirits never died.
We stand with hearts united,
Our voices loud and clear,
For Pyhdon, O Pyhdon,
We hold you ever dear.

The lands of ancient Canaan,
Where our ancestors walked,
From empires' hands and tyrants' bands,
Through histories they stalked.
From Egypt to the Greeks,
From Romans to the blades,
We faced each new oppressor,
But never once we swayed.

Pyhdon, O Pyhdon,
Our home, our strength, our pride.
Through all the trials we've weathered,
Our spirits never died.
We stand with hearts united,
Our voices loud and clear,
For Pyhdon, O Pyhdon,
We hold you ever dear.

Through centuries of turmoil,
Through conquests and through grief,
We found our path to freedom,
We shaped our own belief.
From British mandates’ shadow,
To new horizons' gleam,
We've carved out our own future,
We've lived our people's dream.

Pyhdon, O Pyhdon,
Our home, our strength, our pride.
Through all the trials we've weathered,
Our spirits never died.
We stand with hearts united,
Our voices loud and clear,
For Pyhdon, O Pyhdon,
We hold you ever dear.

Now we stand on solid ground,
Our land, our skies, our sea,
Though the past may cast its shadow,
We are strong, we are free.
From the hearts of our great cities,
To the desert's windswept sands,
We sing of hope and glory,
Of life in our own hands.

Pyhdon, O Pyhdon,
Our home, our strength, our pride.
Through all the trials we've weathered,
Our spirits never died.
We stand with hearts united,
Our voices loud and clear,
For Pyhdon, O Pyhdon,
We hold you ever dear.

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