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Beautiful harmony bound in colour
Songs of the masses, bright and alive
Sung long ago, now, and forever
Bringing us all together to thrive.
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Countless stories told in their true forms
That our lilting memories be sung
To teach those new, how weather makes storms
And how the mother cares for her young
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Thousands of voices join in the choir
Forming a canvas painted in song
New ones shall sing should older ones tire
In concord forever, we belong.
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Knowledge and wisdom telling of age
With the vibrance and beauty of youth
Are bound together, youthful yet sage
To conceive of our internal truth.
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We sing as not one voice but many;
No conductor could dream to take lead
For one voice defying another
Would advent our greatest hour of need.
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A/N: Admittedly, the grammar is strange: it's hard to write 20 lines of 9 syllables each.
