As she stood there, one could feel,
There was so much power in those clasped hands,
As she stood there, enlightened,
The trees shook a little,
As she stood there, with no remorse on her face,
There were birds singing songs of freedom,
And as she stood there with perfection,
the clouds gathered.
There was so much power in those clasped hands,
As she stood there, enlightened,
The trees shook a little,
As she stood there, with no remorse on her face,
There were birds singing songs of freedom,
And as she stood there with perfection,
the clouds gathered.
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