The new age is appearing, peace is here at last.
The old ways are disappearing
And the new ways have surpassed
The ways of our elders, pioneers of the past
The seekers of history
Finally at long last
Take their place at the captain's wheel, direct us down the rivers
Of destiny to reveal
Currents that delivers
Wisdom from our seniors and knowledge of the Revolution
We wait to see if the future will deal us
our problems ended through solutions
Knowledge grows and ripens with age, until the blossom of wisdom springs
From the soil of the wizened sage
Comes the wisdom of the new age
Planted by the Mystic Revolution
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