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Crimson flames tied through my ears Growing high and mighty trapped Countless fire and flaming road 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 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 Assistance 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