My name is confusing when I saw it,
Passionate liquids dissolve the place;
And so the names of our fathers resound
To yell at the differences we make.
One pebble masters us in a way,
Two pebbles are thrown to resolve the issue
For surrender.
I see a leader in white deserving us,
His woes are great indeed,
Under the trees of happiness,
Wearing the boughs of joy.
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