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The Troubled Bird Of Peace
Her song will not die, never die
And her tone will move the world
Because she does not tremple or pause.
Men covet her charm
Her eyes pour mysterious light
When twilight falls at midday.
And her hymns shall be heard
In the north and south of Kinopop.
Awaken mother from her afternoon nap
The whole human republic stand firm
Till every man puts down his red lip
To listen at angel bells in your voicebox.
Come out and sing
My bird from the dark woods.
Drive away the times` sorrows
To the comfort of their night abode.
Sing to man, feel his soul with music
Warm his cold breast, and rekindle the fire!
And should we await the sun`s nod
We shall crown our balding heads
With your well-tailored, feathered hat
Clean in heart and deed indeed.
The fallen years stand on blissfull ground
Singing your songs to eternity.
