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We March On

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WordOfChen

Published: Feb 16, 2018

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It is incredible is it not?
To know that even after I have lost my kingdom,
my army still survives.

And despite the years that may pass us by,
despite the time that rots our ways;
We will be the ones to grab the future,
hoping we might have our day.

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