First of the land
Above the ocean
gods lift they high
Just below God
Behold ye the glory
That shines from the land
Which is today unseen
To the nefarious eyes
The lush green terrains
With luscious landscape
Not with trooping troppo
In an under-rock place
Peace finds its abode
On this seraphic land
My land of seraphic life
Ife ooye
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