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In the days of her pride

In the days of her pride
she will come to the extent
of the beginning without end
and thus she’ll surprise.
 
The realm of the coast
that stands for the most,
the glimpse of your eyes
and the shine o’ the stars.
 
In the days of ‘er pride
she will say and forget
how the feathers fly
in the air with spite.
 
How she fearlessly sees
what the men dont esteem!
‘Cause she knows what’s to cry
in the days of her pride.

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