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Here is the cup I raise,
Its filled brimming and still,
To all those that honor faith,
to those that honor human will,
A toast to innocence,
As long as it may last,
A toast to the fire of love,
that its strength may grow,
slow or fast,
Another toast good men,
to delivery from evil,
the hatred that once spurned us,
forever to be quenched.
A toast for the love of women,
That we may as people stand.
For often we forget,
It was love that nurtured us.
Only to be led astray by politician's lies.
Its filled brimming and still,
To all those that honor faith,
to those that honor human will,
A toast to innocence,
As long as it may last,
A toast to the fire of love,
that its strength may grow,
slow or fast,
Another toast good men,
to delivery from evil,
the hatred that once spurned us,
forever to be quenched.
A toast for the love of women,
That we may as people stand.
For often we forget,
It was love that nurtured us.
Only to be led astray by politician's lies.
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| Auteur: sniperium | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 april 2022 | ||
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