With fairness of beauty
And a stunning looks
She took the mighty into captivity
She is a jewel
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This wind that roar like a lion
Like a mighty wave against a rock
I fear for this little fire lit near the beach
Listen you little fire
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Born a fool and weakling
Born poor I was
Fought like a lion
Ran like a hyena without tiring
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Yes we are the best
We won the battle we came for
We overtook the mighty and the swift
And we emerged victors
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Oh my love
Oh highly honour among ladies
One with beauty that robes the wise of their wisdom
Fool trapped in their folly
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