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It is I, the one, and we the strong who have held high our beacon of light 

The hope to all that see it know that with our string hearts we defend the right and just

We embrace the weak with open arms 

By lash or tounges that spill empty promises we will not vanish

Because I, we as individuals, have the power given by God to speak out and break the stains of evil that wish to prevail

Fight do we not by swords or gun barrels, but by the peace and magnitude of our position 

It is not blood, but freedom we seek

And with freedom we stand unfazed in the way of such evil

And from now onto eternity we shall stand together

Never to be broken  

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