| Time has come, we have to leave
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| Take your stuff, follow me
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| In this cold day of early spring,
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| The oppression will cease!""
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| Forward my braves, the path is long
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| But freedom is now close!"
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| Women and children we all walk
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| The West is our new home
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| The plains were green, the forests sang
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| When our forebears came
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| Seduced by this beautiful land
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| They dwelt and sealed our fate."
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| Forward my braves, the path is long
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| But freedom is now close!"
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| Women and children we all walk
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| The West is our new home
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| On the road along the lake,
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| The hope is in our hearts
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| But the powerful enemy awaits,
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| Ready to fight"
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| Forward my braves, the path is long
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| But freedom is now close!"
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| Women and children we all walk
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| The West is our new home
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| The Bridge is closed
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| We need another way!
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| Hope is still in our hearts,
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| While we walk away… But the trick failed, we were too slow:
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| Exhaustion in the crowd.
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| The legions stormed: shrieks, bloody swords."
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| Welcome back in sorrow!""
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| Don’t cry my braves, we’re still alive:
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| Heirs of an unforeseen catch… Condemned to keep the northern wave
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| To protect Romans' ass!" |