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The ice chains will be broken by the first coming rill |
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And sleeply mighty hands will feel free again |
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Refreshing vital juices will run thru young veins |
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Drive out the drunkeness and waking the life up |
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You hear the voices ofthe ancestors around |
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When the mountain top is red-stained by the dawn |
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And a ship isrolled on surges from impstiens |
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Just when your palm touch the hilt of a sword |
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Be ready for the trials new life is coming on |
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You'll hear the greatest voices |
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To take the place beside |
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They call you. In the kingdom |
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Where forever brave man live! |
