Zoltavian National Anthem - performed by David Shane Smith
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In no other place

Can we live by the light 

Of candles made of gold

 

In no other place

Can we shine like

A flame in the center of a flower

 

We land on the shore

But we were born here

We grow from the ground

We have escaped to

 

In no other place

Are there riches so vast

They are shared between our souls

 

When the compass is not sure

When the star cannot explain

We will always

Follow ourselves home

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written by David Shane Smith