Such manifolds of desire

Filling with an empire

So touching that it builds

Entirely too much magic

In what is said and what is written

Behind the scenes

And playing with a degree

This scope of religiously perfect

Sayings include

The pains and freedom that have sewed

Into this platform of deliverance

So true to who we are

Fantastically depending upon

What we choose to make

Our day and relax our time

We take the syllables and play into the ears

And what unfolds is merely perfection

To thy soul

Founded in the bow to the flag

Majestically touching the sky

With the sail and bowing to no end

With honor and sacrifice

We give merit to such

And never in disguise

Is our love and union

Due to our ancestors

That mastered their lives

For our freedom


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