bernstien stuart

My heroes are those who all be brave
Those who fight, and triumph, against many a knave
My heros are those who be proud
Who take a stand and never back down
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the finest most amazing treasure
isn't in jewals of any measure
or in a giant crock of gold
or in a galleons treasure hold
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the black stallion runs across the plain
death its rider, destruction its name

as it rides fire lights his mane
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Death watches and waits patiently for the man to die
his hand go's slack as the spirit inside ceases to be
And his eyes gaze to the heavens, to the darkened sky
And shine with the light of the stars they cannot see
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