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HAS HIS DREAM COME TRUE?


The king’s philosophy, symphony reigns

We all have something precious to gain

The triple evils hold us back we must precede with a final attack

 

Leave your arms, and bring your spirits

So the darkness of night may spring to light

The king’s philosophy, symphony reigns

 

It’s a battle of wits, there is no doubt

Poverty is here we can do without

The triple evils hold us back we must precede with a final attack

 

Twenty-fifth year we rejoice his name

Yet prejudice still remains

The king’s philosophy, symphony reigns

 

Militarism is the force of injustice

We must refrain from war so it doesn’t corrupt us

The triple evils hold us back we must precede with a final attack

 

We must never lose infinite hope

Let’s be glad that he out spoke

The king’s philosophy, symphony reigns

The triple evils hold us back we must precede with a final attack

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