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GOLDEN GLORY

Up the Swem Hill
like a view from mount Olympus
through the drill
I always come out invictus.
And then the drift was rough
as I never lost hopes
Somehow I was made tough
walking on tight ropes.
My eyes on the price
a golden glory
through the fall and rise
a tale of a golden story
That I survive the thunder
and the fire's of Sango
I am a proud panda
off to the dream sky I go.
Written by gifteth (AliboTerna)
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