Never in a year does a star
Misshapen the globe,
The war is on, the wars have begun.
Stars have battles of great aggression,
Opening the road; generals foretell,
Strict warriors beautifully die.
My experts are forgiven at times,
This time their weapons sell heat,
Forsaking our world, and their world has won.
Stars revolve around us once more,
Stars' destinations can be mapped
And embarked upon.
These experts have clothes of the stars
And this night is the time of our Life,
The mercenaries debate with words once more.
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