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Giving Thought
Angels and ministers of grace defended us
Love is proof of the dimly lit justice
And that spark of beauty may have failed
To ignite in us been sailed uncaught
In our fathers' hands on dry desert plains
That push from our cradle we wailed
And fell from blissful ignorant purity
Nailed to our crosses of thought now we
Dance in our victories hammers in hand
Dance while proclaiming that this is our land
