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A thousand million colours
And races
And names
And faces
And people from places
All over the world;
filled empty spaces.
---------- A thousand million colours
---------- And white man
---------- And black man
---------- And in-between man
---------- And not-at-all man
---------- United they stand - men.
A thousand million colours
All with one goal
One common purpose
The same ambition
Identical Design;
identical desire.
---------- A thousand million colors
---------- All with one voice
---------- One common language
---------- The same untamed tongue
---------- Communicative
---------- community.

A thousand million colours
Thought they were the best
Thought wicked was right
And that right was a jest
Arrest this jest,
And digest tis 'best'
So what's left?
Not right.
And they were not right indeed.

So the thousand million colours
Built brick by day
And drank by night
Diligently not-sober
Maybe since October
And now it's already almost over
---------- A thousand million colours
---------- Provoked the wrath
---------- And in the cool of the day
---------- They paved a path
---------- Armageddon's on its way
---------- Wrote their own Revelations.
A thousand million colours
Made by One God
felled by one man
Was even - now odd
The great renowned ban
History is quite repetitive.
---------- A thousand million colours
---------- All came crashing down
---------- From their great tower
---------- Into the town
---------- Falling from power
---------- fleeing from Grace.

A thousand million colours
Now a thousand million tonuges
Now scattered; divided by unity; gone!
The old and the young
Filled empty spaces, above the ground
Though cursed by their best
Is blessed by a chance
Second to right
Is now what's left.