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<<< Nations >>
I’ve seen the flags fly all across the land
I’ve been trying to find our what it means
Who are the people
What are the lives
That make us who we are -
gives us our identity
Three hundred years behind us
Trailing quietly behind the flash of headlines
Calling out unseen
Telling us the stories
Dreaming us the dreams
A light upon a distant shore
An echo that we can’t ignore
Our future’s caught up in our history
Born in a era of possibilities;
copper pots, flintlocks, axes, furs and beads
There was fortune in the forest,
spirits in the trees
So the stage was set
with the Smudge and Sweat
And the Fleur de Lys
As the east brought others a brave new world was born
fueled by demand for power and land,
shaped by raids and wars
When an empire cut it’s losses half a world away
it gave us the treaty that gives us today
...and so this is our beginning
Three traditions and the land
This the genesis that binds us
This what we must understand
They’re calling dans l’associasion des “Fils de la Liberte”
In the rise and fall of the Exovidate
A lone man holds a feather and withholds his consent
“Non” retains the status quo by less than two percent
our song
sung by many voices
each sings it’s own melody
each in it’s own way
our soul
a meeting place, a union
our harmony
our differences
together in this place
For so long these troubles, this lament,
and it’s ours until we see
there is too little understanding,
too much discontentment
The past behind us will never go away
but the road that lies before us,
that is ours to make
So together, understand that we
A people of peoples
Can share a destiny
As a nation of nations
The whole as separate
This is our fruition
This our fulfillment
our song
sung by many voices
each sings it’s own melody
each in it’s own way
our soul
a meeting place, a union
our harmony
our differences
together in this place
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