The earth is alive
Pulsing with the fury of millions
With a tapestry,
Of ireful sons and daughters
The earth is alive
It quakes with every voice,
Shouting down the wicked
Wherever they arise
The earth is alive
Pulsing with the fury of millions
With a tapestry,
Of ireful sons and daughters
The earth is alive
It quakes with every voice,
Shouting down the wicked
Wherever they arise
Keeping the world immersed in stanza.
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