"a century of universal decay
in cyclotrons nuclei are split
souls are split, sounds are split insanely
while behind a quiet fence on a bench in someone's garden..."Victory "the sun never sets where our flag flies high victory is simple as it shines up in the sky we'll hang 'em high as we hail new glory so raise the flag once more..."With No Half-Measures "its criteria are easy 'n' fast hidden behind... the sun he lights you through the moon and you're great and he's your friend..."|
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