Seek here again O sons of earth
pipe and branch to lead the way.
At mothers call we all shall come
to guide our brothers and show our worth.
Misty mountains lay ahead
guarded by the winds.
The road stretches on behind
showing where we've been.
Walk the way of those before
guided by the call.
Find at last O sons of earth
the place where men stand tall.
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