Wings
dark as the dust of trails
you soar in heavens blue
your majestic spirit never fails
to your colors remain true
purest crown of white
above the sparkling sea
a beacon in the night
to those who aren’t yet free
as sharp as eagles eyes
the swords of our brave men
their courage never shies
fight for our land ten times again
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