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Cutting north wind starts an endless winter night
United by the fire after the battle
Expansion of mind hath brought our souls together here
The mind that stareth back in time

Years hopeless where zeal riseth
A generation denied, colors of life faded gray
Multiple days, an endless cycle
At long last formed into the urge of liberation

Like a blossom that once again stretcheth its stem from the ground
Without daylight covering her
With the prospect of life, spreading its branches
Lacking sun and water it withers

Thus I turn to thee, the god whom I hast cast out
Give thy glory, which was once wrongly withheld
Once joy of life, thy song is blissfully heard
Born rich, yet stripped of the nature of wisdom