Standing there, upon the hill,
I spied a great and wonderous city.
History had passed through its gates,
Over centuries,
Many a tale to tell.
Of love and of passion,
Of war and of hate.
Oh I stand in amazement,
At these bloody gates.
Yet here was a city,
Alive and anew.
Being blessed by the honour,
Of all, not the few.
And out there, was hope,
Of a world giving love.
And a people that chose,
To be rising above.
So I marched down that hill,
And into the fray,
And found that my hopes,
Were met right away.
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