My assemblage of facts sowed the seeds of this nation,
To feed the hundreds we come with fence and wire;
Demure thoughts are achieved once the flats of heaven dive,
And we admire the fire of conspiracy, an expiration of the soul.
Let retired generals be with gunfire, the opposing force,
This sense of oneness is a quagmire for any warrior
To be green in a land of trees, inspiring me tonight.
This day is a night of the slightest fellows.
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