Somber soldier, encompass the nefarious with your sword
Have shame, sitting fainéant in such is the way of the sloth
Soldier dearest, I see magnitude in your eyes
You fancy to be an astronaut, with an (afterglow) minus the (day)
(oh lets let it be a glow, it will glow, it glows, that heart)
dream of that, like a toy, [...]
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