| Come close, boys. |
| Listen
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| With the dawning of a new century, your work begins. |
| The work of determining
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| what type of nation we shall be. |
| Behind you, at your back, the boundless riches
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| of a mighty land. |
| Before you, unfolding at your feet…
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| (sung)
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| There’s a road, straight ahead
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| There’s a century beginning
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| There’s a land of opportunity and more
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| It’s in your hands now
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| There are dreams to be fed
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| There’s a world that’s worth the winning
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| There’s a legacy of riches that’s in store
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| Now it’s up to you
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| And you’ll see it through
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| If you stay on track
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| And you don’t look back
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| It’s in your hands now
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| Time to start your journey now
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| Never falter, never rest
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| Until you know
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| You’ve achieved the very best
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| That you can be
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| Never pausing in your quest
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| For something better just around the corner
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| Up to you to set the course
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| Of where we’ll go
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| With the limitless resources
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| You can plumb
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| Keep your eyes on what’s afar
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| Not on what we are
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| But what we can become!
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| Follow on where we’ve led
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| Make the past an underpinning
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| For the future, for the road you must explore
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| As the road extends
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| It gets rough as it ascends
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| And it often bends
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| But it never, ever ends
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| It will take you anywhere you want
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| If you know where you’re going
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| It’s in your hands now, boys
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| Make of it what you will, but make me proud
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| Make me proud…
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| (Papa falls back on the pillows, dead.) |