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In the name of mother europe,
I say hail!
For she tends to us
like a shepherd his flock
to that I say hail
Hail to the cradle of the west,
The one who has lightened her people
as much as they have enlightened themselves
Hail to her heart where lords of iron forged,
then moved on to greener pastures
where no Romans roamed
Hail to her arms where the lords of battle fought,
then swiftly struck at Rome's dying heart
Hail to her legs where the lords of civilization built,
then spread to the four corners of the sea in the middle of the earth
Hail to her base where the lords of conquest sparked,
from mere mound dwellers to the lords of the east
Hail to her head where mysteries dwell,
with secret tongues and gods long forgotten
Hail to her feet where the lords of philosophy dwelled
once forging thoughts that outlasted themselves
To this I say hail, hail to the men of yore, strong and wild and spreaders of civilization, and liberty!
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