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Comin down the hill

I see you comin towards me

We are the free men

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Whatever it is

That has been killed

Within the human spirit

We shall heal

For we are of the master light

The soul of the world

And we shall see all promises

Are fulfilled

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Into the darkness

We feel

The presence of the refugees

And lost urchin children

And the sacred ladies

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Let us cast aside our own filthy rags !

Our wasted wanton words
Of indecency and shame

And speak the true language of man
Once again !

Let us fulfill our own destiny

And restore the magic

Which is ourselves