O Wilson's League of Nations
O Wilson’s League of Nations pure,No more your dream remains obscure.
Behold your tree, its fruit and flower,
Dancing in the world of oneness-hour!
No more your dream remains obscure.
Behold your tree, its fruit and flower,
Dancing in the world of oneness-hour!
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