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Then our darkness
Shall turn a day bright
Our worries a story
Our paths shall
Make the way for Kings.
The radiance of that hue
We shall see like shining stars
When our reaps make a fed
And our fault a comfort
And our gown shall crown
Many a town.
Those mountains shall we
Speak of like a sedimented pebbles
And our misery a victory.
Our glow,a flow,in a bowl
Of dancing bowel.
The mongers are gone
In our Dom of resides.
Come our Nigeria 2020
Our sores shall smile cool
Our filth shall speak fame
Our twilights of fears
Shall be twilights of Joy.
The betrayals beside
Our bestows shall go
Our foes shall be woes
In their crows.
Oh! Beyond
Make it a real deal.
