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They embraced the illegitimacy of the government’s rule.
Instead of protesting, they created their own micro-nation.
The Lord and Lady of the one-kilometre kingdom fly their own flag with a coat of arms which consists of a white escutcheon, a wombat, and a gold crown.
Under an amber moon, they rise from the cold soil to find their home once again.
The hollow hills whisper in anticipation of a prophecy being fulfilled.
Creatures hidden in the forest creep along to see the sea of Wombats shuffle slowly.
C & K 