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Her beauty moved the new world with a glare, |
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With a smile |
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To a land of heroes and glorious kings |
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They will one day be born, it has been written |
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In songs they will always remember her |
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You will have a little piece of time yourself |
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We will live like this forever |
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Many will be dead below your feet, o' vision of cruelty |
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For your sake heroes shall be born again |
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For there is vengeance in your eyes, it will mean torturing |
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And death unto the sons of the kings' |
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In your face, o' beautiful child |
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Are the signs of warning |
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And the entrails of your past |
