Glorious victory..

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Tell the newborn sun,

That this cloudly cloud,

Can never never,

Kill its radient rays,

Tell the high mountain,

That the thundering thunder,

Can never do a harm,

With its noisy visit,

Tell the poor young river,

That a heavy rain is coming,

To fill its empty bank,

And kil the severe drought,

Tell the buoyant dreams,

Their fruits shall bear,

And no terrific nightmare,

Shall never pluck them,

Tell old uncle segun,

That the essence of his name,

Has claimed its verity,

Victory is sure!!!

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