"mind in fog, spinning about
walking alone, through a forest of doubt
searching for reason, proud and frail
running in circles but can't find the trail..."Universal Separation
"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..."|
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