| In the dark night a giant slumbered untouched for centuries 'til
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| awakened
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| by a white man’s cry: «This is the Eden I was to find."There were
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| lands to be charted and to be claimed for a crown, when a hero was made by the
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| length
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| he could stay in this dangerous land of hateful hate.
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| Curiosity filled the heads of these, there was an upper room they had
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| to see. |
| Curiosity killed the best of these for a hero’s hometown
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| welcoming.
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| Still they moved on and on.
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| Who came building missions? |
| Unswerving men of the cloth who gave their
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| lives
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| in numbers untold so that black sheep entered the fold. |
| Captured like
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| human
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| livestock, destined for slavery. |
| Naked, walked to the shore where
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| great ships
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| moored for the hellbound journies. |
| Bought and sold with a hateful
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| hate.
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| Curiosity filled the breasts of these with some strange ecstasy.
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| Curiosity
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| killed the best of these by robbing their lives of dignity. |
| Still they
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| moved
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| on and on.
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| Calling men of adventure for a jungle bush safari. |
| Come conquer the,
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| his
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| claws and teeth. |
| See death in his eyes to know you’re alive.
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| European homesteads grew up in the colonies with civilized plans for
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| wild
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| hinterlands, their guns and God willing. |
| Such a hateful hate.
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| Curiosity spilled the blood of these for their spotted skins and
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| ivory.
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| Curiosity filled the heads of these madmen with the lies of destiny.
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| Curiosity
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| spilled the blood of these, then blotted their lives from history.
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| Curiosity
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| filled the heads of these, one man claimed all that he could see.
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| Curiosity
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| still entices these madmen with a lusting and a greed. |
| Their legacy,
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| legacy,
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| legacy… |