Hope for my fallen land.

The dawn shall break, into a sunny balm
For can the haze eclipse, the sun and the soothing calm;
The hopes of a new day, are humming a tune
The cuckoo is calling, the nightingales croon.

Peace in a paradise, so natural it seems
Like love to a mother, to sleep are the dreams;
Muskets will rust, in shall come a wave divine
The tides will turn, the state will shine.

So bright'll be the sheen, of this land unknown
The bards will praise, in a happy intone;
Your wish will flower, all tender and bright
The future beckons the morning light.




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GKT