A field of loss,
Of dying pride,
A million attempts,
Has risen and died,
But a knight am I,
I never give in,
I never say die,
Thousands have gone,
Fallen in fear,
Now after all,
We stand here,
In a final joust at the victory pole,
At the top of my lounges,
I go in charging and screaming,
For the queen,
For the most beautiful smile that I have ever seen,
Will I be shot down,
Will I win...
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