ages we live
Now let me call you
And you can call me,
But never let your
Ears fall to the age.
For yes we are the
Bells of peace forever,
We are the ages
In which expression thrives.
For all is affection in us
We are expressions wake,
In this life and the next
We are the way to golden leaf.
For the age of man is gone
And the age of children has come,
We are the beginning of a new
And forever conquering new age!
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