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    Today they start another journey,


    A route of new time


    Creating a new phase for the people


    Arranging their identity


    Telling us a criterion such as never believed.


    Who will tell us that they are real?


    Tell me that our ears have not been sweetened, How soon shall our season come?


    When shall our time be declared known for good?


    Bless our thumbs oh Lord!


    Atone our hearts for that is right.


    Let our queues not be in vain


    God is our shepherd our votes shall not be found wanting,


    We lie in dry hays of underdevelopment


    Let God make us, once again in our green pasture develop


    Our leaders we pray to lead us to quiet water of development


    For now, we walk through the valley of setback; maybe death


    We fear not though, but hope for revolutionary change; God, we are tempted to resolve to anarchy But deliver us from exile as of old.