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Nations come hither and join
This song of unending peace
A place where we might belong
With a lullaby that will not cease.
Nations come one and all
Greet us with a holy kiss
Play your drums, strike a call
It is a celebration you cannot miss. 
Weave your words with a poets loom
Lined with silk and diamonds too
Honey-tongued and all too soon
You'll find yourself at the sea edge blue.
Nations come and you will see
Our lions roar, our unicorns bray
Our pride that is struggling to be -
The daffodil and clover are not far away.