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Trader a jeweled crown rowed the way Exploring to command more Scheming how to rule the
Trader a virgin plain And named it for robes Wrote declaring "There's a place where folks are free"
completely Nourishment the prairies and the hillsides And animals stalk the and the seaside And fish abound the and birds the skies sincerely
Trader found the land Was before he came By of a second look Who couldn't write their names, shame
Trader they're not as good As folks who velvet robes Wrote again and asked, "Please help Their breasts I see, they're not me"
Banish from our prairies and our hillsides Clear from our mountains and our seaside I them off our lakes so please reply Signed
he got the crown okay Cleared from his way He all he saw Making changes every day, say
Shops over the prairies and the hillsides Then cut through the mountains to the seaside The kind fled to hide, by and by And so cried
it softly Like the sea, trying to be Making it go it gently Like a morning breeze, a life of
Eyes that see beyond Through to the time hours Passing the of flowers to live
Embracing Like the merging streams, crying it full begging intently For a slight reprieve, a of ease
Hands to touch the sorrow On to the force without Piercing the crust of the Reason to
Hoping like a budding shows Making it lonely Like a field Break the seal, it real
Ears to hear beyond the On to the of tomorrows Burning the of all sorrows
to live Reason to to go on Reason to Reason to Reason to to live