Why take a leaper-leg
and whimper into a lame walk
Take to mighty strength
And crush fear, fearless
Many have shown the path
seven heights to moon
Many are there basking
In the golden glory of the sun
No TATA can make a vehicle
As strong as a heart are of steel
When an ore of optimism is aplenty
Trucks soar attaching its wings
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