All the uncalculated steps we made,
and left in haste,
Followed our footsteps glowing red,
Burning them down leaving no trace
Becoming a reality of what we now face
All the calculated moves we made
From our desire to win
Followed our footsteps in green
like a caravan of leaves
To guide us home in victory
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