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We forge on
Straight from Earth’s most raw banks
Where the swords from saw-grass blades
And the slowly flowing path of rain-fall clash.

Nature’s main pulse grasps
Ancient ways of chance.
Our constant advance:
Patience raised from dance;
Ablaze our great bond stands.
Faith for change, strong, dash!
Rains awaken storms past.

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