they are born not made,
this year we have our best,
what we made In a common day.
it's a winter day,
I wonder who is ruling then,
what a new day the king is born.
hope it not too late?
who is he going to care for the armor, the land is wondering
the king is born.
now we have new king,
our land is free now,
we are out from slavery,
the king is born.
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