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Peace cry

Sacred golden robes, trampled by peasants

Onward they go, shouting blasphemies at the masters of war and balance

The siege of dhamma deepa begins

As a peace cry rings in the peasants lips

Hymns from the three worlds

Serenade and encourage

Of the universal elements

We chant a cry of peace

It grows stronger and stronger

Until the foundations of deceit

Lie crumbling at our feet


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