Cold: the air and water flowing. Hard: the land we call our home. Push to keep the dark from coming, Feel the weight of what we owe. This: the song of sons and daughters, Hide the heart of who we are. Making peace to build our future, Strong, united, working 'till we fall. Cold: the air and water flowing. Hard: the land we call our home. Push to keep the dark from coming, Feel the weight of what we owe. This: the song of sons and daughters, Hide the heart of who we are. Making peace to build our future,
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