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Before the dawn - awaken,

Engulfed in eagerness - slumber eludes.

Hairs on end and nerves are shaken,

Neath silver light of the waning moon.

Home is now behind..

Of honour and glory,

The grandeur of dreams.

Resplendence of pride,

For it now has become to be.

Aspirations of youth,

That of great victories.

‘Tis now within grasp,

For soon it shall come to be.

Before the sun has fallen,

Myriad stars begin to protrude.

For drums shall sound ‘pon the morn,

‘Neath silver light of the waning moon.

For drums shall sound ‘pon the morn..

For soon it shall come to be..