The rising crescent stays
A silent witness to our history.
Small , our island is ;
Tall, our buildings stand.
Across Marina , the multi-colored tinted glitters
Glimmer many a guiding light;
Together they form such a wonderful sight.
The many lifeboats glide smoothly across the bay;
The beacon on nearby floating lifebuoy seems to say:
The ideals we harbor are a hope;
A better life for us, and
Perhaps for the rest of humankind.
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