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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.