Smoke signals

Ah, My friends,

Men of culture and caliber,

Kings who fight for what they believe in,

Tis counted a privilege to be loved by such men.

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Aye, My kings,

For in every reign there is terror and woe,

The horrors and the darkness of the world,

Do not turn away from the light.

Wise men seek wisdom, wise men seek freedom.

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Oh, my men

We pass by each other every other day, but we are kingdoms apart,

Carrying the glorious joy that we are but fellow kings,

Helping one another do better each day,

We ever carry on the flames of glory; with our smoke signals.

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