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'...|Castle stood, now a heap of stones|Happiness and joy fluttered,|Groans of death, weeping|Now sound in their place.|And Ah! Freedom does not bloom|From the blood of the dead,|Torturous slavery's tears fall|From the burning eyes of the orphans!|...'|Hymn - "From the rough centuries of the Hungarian people" (National Anthem of Hungary)|1823,Ferenc Klcsey||"...|Vr llott, most khalom;|Kedv s rm rpkedtek,|Hallhrgs, siralom|Zajlik mr helyettek.|S ah, szabadsg nem virl|A holtnak vrbl,|Knz rabsg knnye hull|rvnk h szembl!|..."|Himnusz, rszlet|1823, Klcsey Ferenc|