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Behold the 98th painting,
A deep azure, a lady stands alone in the battlefield, holding a rifle.
An emotional dive, an emotional dive,
In a land reduced to rubble, what do they seek?
In a land reduced to rubble, soft marauders masquerading as rebuilders arrive.
An emotional dive, an emotional dive,
Rumors spread of a saint arriving in a land that has lost everything.
Accept, rise, and find harmony.
Oh, give thanks to the Lord. Oh, give thanks to the Lord.
Gaze upon the 157th painting,
Children holding hands, impeding the invaders' progress, though they bear no arms.
An emotional dive, an emotional dive,
In a land filled with despair, only ideology is instilled.
In a land reduced to rubble, they shed their own blood to harden the ground.
An emotional dive, an emotional dive,
Rumors circulate of a Madonna arriving in a land that has lost everything.
Take them into your embrace, cast away wrongful thoughts, and discover love.
Oh, give thanks to the Holy Mother. Oh, give thanks to the Holy Mother.
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