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Gleaming with hands held high.
The blue and the white mixed with the black.
A heart still standing, soul of sigh.
Red, White, and Blue. The clouds of soldiers attack.
Slavering their turrets while watching the orbit side of the moon.
Surprise of loyalty. Call me superman.
Sinking my fingers into your phantom, change of tune.
Your spiritual fingerprint of your hand.
I wish i could cry onward, heroes have dreams.
The thought of man is two steps forward and one step back.
Humanity has its fate, thats what we use it seams.
The storm bound to bloom. Just a nic-nac.
Some of these are qualities of people, of us.
Don't miss understand, its in front of you.
Even we have troubles like lust.
But it doesn't stop, threw and threw.
We are not homeless cases. Your soul is good.
How do i know?
Your windows.
Its my guardian of prophecy.
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