Battles of pen and racking of memory
Were the weapon of this victory.
I have made it, we have made it.
These are the songs of victory.
On this battle field of fate
We stand singing the songs of victory.
You have fought a good war, but the end
Of a war is the beginning of another.
I can tell the beginning of a war
But the end will tell another tale.
Oh rejoice you children of the premier
department, citadel of all knowledge,
Our hands are spread across the earth
To receive you with a heart full of joy.
A good mother welcome her children
And sing them to bed.
But here we welcome you singing the songs of victory
And holding our pen, the weapon of this war.
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