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A walk to Heaven isn't any better |
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With legions' fresh ascent |
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First they dwindled like always |
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And then I regretted closing my eyes |
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See, this dream was not inevitable |
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In the war of reds and golds |
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Our hero was gold! |
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Anon, with each pronunciation |
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Banners were smouldering, then dying |
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And burning my intestines |
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Taking away, alas, |
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All that kept me alive |
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Hast thou not crept up upon me? |
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Cruel poison of Life! |
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Thou hast taken everything. |
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But what hurts me is that |
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You've slobbered filthily |
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O'er the delicate lips of a delicate girl |
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And I shall announce what you are... |
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Yes, away thou goest |
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Into the desert betwixt blue angels |
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Choose thy canon and execute |
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Never is the morning of thy age! |
