A hero has loved a spring of love,
Happiness lies at his arms that defeat,
This hero stopped all hope from entering
The swinging lights of sleep.
Poverty respects us with its sleep,
Races of the height of wishes
Sleep together in mild health,
When all soldiers wish their dreams.
A hero appears night after night,
Powers of the excellent men are near,
For nature is against the heights of sin,
Remember freedom when calling is near
And far.
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