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A New Race

In the streets of the ancient city

Kings have left their mark on the sands

Preluding the song of an empty vastness

Counting the innumerable stars of heaven.

Each sovereign power is like a palace of kinship

The bonds are tied to the great wheel of the Lord's chariot.

Fire burns, away from home, riverside talks are restless

Winds blow over thatched roofs and muddy cow-sheds.

Children gather, mothers and sons, sons and mothers.

In a distance afar, I saw the trembling of a solitary butterfly

A new race, of strong men, with faith and courage,

Of women, with knowledge and beauty, is patiently born.

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