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Crimson flames tied through my years Flowing high and mighty trapped Countless fire and flaming roads Using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I Proud 'neath heated brow Ah, but I was so much older then I'm younger than that now Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth "Rip down all hate," I screamed Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull, I dreamed Romantic flanks of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow Ah, but I was so much older then I'm younger than that now In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand At the mongrel dogs who teach Fearing not, I'd become my enemy In the instant that I preach Sisters fled by confusion boats Mutiny from stern to bow Ah, but I was so much older then I'm younger than that now Ah, but I was so much older then I'm younger than that now My guard stood hard when abstract threats Too noble to neglect Deceived me into thinking I had something to protect Good and bad, I define these terms Quite clear, no doubt, somehow Ah, but I was so much older then I'm younger than that now