Where the head is held high
And the mind is without fear
Where no one ever did die
And none has ever shed a tear
Where every stone is made of gold
And only truth is told
Where it is never cold
And no one grows old
Where everyone has all they need
And they haven’t ever heard of greed
Where no one needs to plead
Is a sorry place indeed!
For it is fear and greed
And their luscious creed
That ambitions feed
And greatness breed
As day without night is incomplete
So is joy without grief.
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