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That who shall hitherto
save our paling green
And save our scares of soul
When would our boredom hood
Turn-on our daylight dream
Who shall saviour our twilight wolves,redeeming our ravaging hope.
And who stole our glory thus
giving us a glorious curse
filling our feeding purse
with tales of burst.
who bought our souls thus
Giving us these hope of false
Giving us the days of past
like a kite lost
In the sky of cyclone fuss.
When would our Nation sing
of her anthem lost
Her first anthem divine
killing these saboteurs divides
Where shall thee come
Who will heal us of these,
Rhetorics of the tensed.
