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This is a good song with powerful lyrics in Burmese. It is dedicated to Min Ko Naing and other activists.

George Orwell's poem

Image by druidabruxux via Flickr When I was young and had no sense In far-off Mandalay I lost my heart to a Burmese girl As lovely as the day.
Her skin was gold, her hair was jet, Her teeth were ivory; I said, "for twenty silver pieces, Maiden, sleep with me".
She looked at me, so pure, so sad, The loveliest thing alive, And in her lisping, virgin voice, Stood out for twenty-five.
-George Orwell