Nine years after the millennium, Every year was a new chance, Will this be the one for change?
Brotherhoods of man united, Each in the strongest land Grown from the green earth, In their hands hold power. Now on one hand is strength, Not to rend and bring death; In the end to save and unite. Near the other hand is despair. Good choices are waiting, So let us chose a new beginning.
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