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Hear these words, oh my good Lord
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Do you remember good old times?
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When the rust ate the swords
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And the air sang with rhymes
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Now the swords eat the flesh
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And the air sings with cries
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We have to fight for our land
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And for the sun in our skies
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We have the power of million hearts
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Till death takes us apart
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We are equal: slave and king
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Bless'd by mighty Crown of Spring
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The Crown Of Spring
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