| Still I remember a time, many years ago
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| They lived in a foreign land, and dwelled there evermore
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| The rivers were running fast, and birds they sang their songs
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| Ancient rocks were breething life and lust
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| (The) State in our hearts, of everlasting peace
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| With beautiful landscapes in our arms embraced
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| Together we sing our hymn to this land
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| The future of thy soul is in our hands
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| The king was a man we loved, the wisest of them all
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| He also had a son, inheritor of the crown
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| In years that would come, he would be the king
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| But sometimes life plays tricks on you and me
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| The rivers are running fast, and birds they sings their songs
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| Ancient rocks are breething life and lust |