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A predetermined gathering One in heaven, the other earth Many voices answering Great noises call forth   He is there in both places
To Your Highness, who sits in his throne Once a year. The rusty crown Waves its golden scepter, now opaque, As a hammer shatters the national pride
We, the inferior peoples of the world outside the First World, more specifically outside the Great Yankee Empire; and most specifically those of us inhabiting the primitive island of Africa;
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