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Takes me back to nature,
Where I feel I am listening to a gurgling brook.
21/11/2020
Language spoken at the roof of the world carries the same
feelings and emotions as the
Language spoken at the bottom
of the world.
If we are the land
Of milk and honey
When did it sour
And lose its' sweetness
Or did it

There is a world that awaits
The wonders of new world

The world where the burdens of today
Are vanquished

Valiant warriors of peace
March forward and lead us into a world
So true
Anew

The world that awaits
A new world
Free
From the worldly prudence



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