Between the proudest words

Behind the beauty, cracks appear

Once, with heads held high

They sang out to the sky

Why do their shadows bow in fear?

Backwards forwards square and round.

When will it end, when will it end,

Another ship arrives

Earth's melting pot and ever growing

Fantastic dreams come true

Inventing something new

The greatest minds, and never knowing

Don't put him down as arrogant

He reserves the quiet defense

Riding out the day's events

The river

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