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On October 27th, 1979 SVG exhaled. 

The Windward breeze scales the island with its rich earthy aroma. 

Our lady La Soufriere sang for freedom before she rendered herself. 

Six months later our people were liberated at last.  

Hairouna, Hairouna, Hairouna  oh the sweet, lovely Hairouna;

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May we never forget thee. 

From the hills of Chateaubelair to the Valley of Mesopotamia our land unites and creates a welcoming atmosphere. 

The mother of 32 archipelago is the home to deep water corals and shallow reefs. 

Reflecting on Mayreau’s clear turquoise beaches is the epitome of tropical paradise in disbelief. 

With claims to be the oldest botanical garden in the western hemisphere, its native and exotic plants encourage our island’s national bird to appear. 

Luring in those afar and near to indulge in some roasted breadfruit and fried jackfish after arriving at Argyle International Airport. 

I believe with prayer, unity, and great leadership our country will be led  with garner credibility. Reminding our people to accept the present moment with great effort and no limits in mind. 

St. Vincent, I pledge to thee

Gold nor Diamond we may not see 

But the sweet aroma enriches our hearts;

And lay freedom, peace, and love within its path. 

Written by Agnessia Cabral 

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