Herald for euphoria

Sound the trumpets of delight,
The mighty wings of joy that spread through our own betwixt might,
In addition to our exclusive flowers, taste the fruit of the hours

Thundering down the plain,
Put forward the Calvary’s domain,
The squelching paps of angelic grass,
Celebrating all that has come and past

For flags are to wave,
On our parapets of ours to cave,
Into the Casino of desires,
A lottery were winning erupts in joyful fires

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