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Two Peoples
Two Peoples,
Different, yet the same.
One claims humility,
The other claims fame.
Divided by differences,
United in way of life.
One cannot survive
Without the aid of the other.
They share a rare unity.
A unity of Brotherhood
A unity of Love
A unity of Honour.
Two Peoples,
Divided by traditions,
United by beliefs,
They stand together
As a witness to the World
Of the power of standing fast
In one spirit. With one mind,
Striving together for Freedom.
Together, they seek not
For honour of the World,
But for the Freedom
And Welfare of their peoples.
Two Peoples,
United they stand.
The True North Strong,
And The Home of The Brave.
These Two Peoples
Shall never fail.
For their Britherhood,
Love and Honour
Make them Heroes
One to Another.
Two Peoples,
Different, yet the same.
Brothers
In a Hell-Torn World.
They stand as Beacons
Of Freedom
And Justice.
The Perfect Example of
Unity Despite Individuality.
Together they stand
And shall not fall.
Two Peoples,
Divided by borders,
United in the cause
Of Freedom.
While Poppies Grow
In Flanders fields, the Poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark the place of those who died
To set forth and let Freedom fly
While silenceing the Gunds below.
We are alive. We thank you, now
We live, feel dawn, see Sunset glow
Love, and are loved, because you lie
In Flanders Fields.
We take thy Quarrel with the Foe
And lift up the Torch you throw.
We shall forever hold it high.
We honour you, for us, who died,
And we shall, not, fail, while Poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
("In Flanders Fields" by John McCrae can be found in the "Fiends Stuff" section.)
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