White power is precious more than gold and silver
More than precious stones are
Frightening torch of love
Upon frightening lorn that sets me paces
Upon the hills
We jungle together and persevere beyond jungle
Till the journey of glorious land dawned upon us
We recall the days of shared melody
When we sing beautiful songs of glorious dawns
Same herald we now enjoyed at this promiseland
This heroics from wilderness history never forget
Better still childish memoirs and contentment with your history never forgets
Who never forgets I rode upon the beautiful shoulders of my siblings and loved ones to get to the promiseland
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