| Born of fire, a flame in the dark
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| Kept alight by the power of one desire
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| Return unto an age when freedom bloomed
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| Beneath the Oak and sycamore
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| Bonds forged to last forevermore
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| Down through the endless seasons of time
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| Our voices cry together
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| We’ll never let our land be taken away
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| We’ll never let our bonds be severed
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| Long ago we lived for every season
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| Long ago we truly knew this pleasant land
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| Time marched on, the knowledge was lost
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| And the sense of being, free was now long
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| dead and gone
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| They herd us well, artificial cities to dwell
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| Deep forest, golden pastures
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| They leave our hearts enraptured
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| We know the secrets nature holds
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| Once last and now recovered
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| We know our place, inside the greater scheme
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| We know the craft, our rights uncovered
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| Long ago we lived for every season
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| Long ago we truly knew this pleasant land |