Am adrifted in the land of dreams
With flowing fountains and streams
Where sin need not deem
And sour the tongue with feudal creams
A place to sing joyous hyms
And people acknowledge things as it seems
Darkness fades paving way for the sun's beams
A new era, a new regime
Where God would govern supreme
This is what it yearn for, a gleeful theme
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