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To rise up the elusive twist

To rise up the elusive twist

The low lands call

adequate upbeat cheerful limbs that cannot shed

History is continuity

Diggin' in my own back yard

when vintage age shall this technology waste

Mesopotamia the maximum ancient civilization

To touch with love and care of all

I gazedand gazedbut little idea

let me understand not in sorrowful numbers

let me understand not in sorrowful numbers

A significantly more troublesome way

To serve therewith my Maker and present

God is a casualty

Furthermore, on the platform these words show up

To break all the relics of the ancient civilizations

That's when they you and we all will love one another

I rise