Twice Victorious
when the summer sun is in winter
ice and cold becomes the summer
tears is all left for the world is ending
providence only save those who have say
where is my say where is my voice
i only hear the cry out i volcanoes
and screams as hurricanes takes them away
surely something can be done
your voice echoes aloud tuned and sweet
we cheer for you are a scholar in all-twice VICTORIOUS
let them come home be humble and forget gain
to you i say-you have to hear me OBAMA
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