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The shadow of your war-torn days When your mountains echoed your battle song Troubles the peace you live to praise. Amid your red sun's muted rays One can hardly see, though he linger long, The shadow of your war-torn days. But one who knows your ancient ways Feels how it chills your sober throng, Troubles the peace you live to praise. And even now a swift hand slays If reason calls up, to right some wrong, The shadow of your war-torn days. Your wise man neither weeps nor plays, For the slightest straying from straight and strong Troubles the peace you live to praise. Oh, noble race, your hearts ablaze With the truth-search you've carried so far along, The shadow of your war-torn days Troubles the peace you live to praise. |
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