with golden hands flying around the golden vision like knight on dancing horses,to flex open our raving ambition
gliding through rough patches of golden morn
If they were alternates I don't think it possible,
lost in the flickering flames of hurricanes and landmines
Our only challenge was to gain mastery of the world without tears
blazing through saddles of byzantines without sighs,
to regain lost ground and return father's name into glory.
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