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Crimson flames tied through my ears Rolling high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on 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 leapt forth “Rip down all hate”I screamed Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull, I dreamed Romantic facts of musketeers Foundation deep, somehow Ah but I was so much older then I'm younger than that now Girls' faces formed the forward path from phony jealousy To memorizing politics of ancient history Flung down by corpse evangelists Unthought of, though, somehow 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 I'm younger than that now I'm younger than that now...