Train your brains out, smiling children
The World might stand you by

But don’t forget to play and run
For heavy comes the sky

Climb the pinnacle, place your flag
Stare the enemy’s eyes

For when the smoke and squares have cleared
t’will come some souls demise

Place your fingers gently then
Don’t slam the tank straight down

For in a war of elegance
The prize is one foe’s frown

Squeeze the heart, but say good game
Wear your nerves like battle-tested steel

For when it sets they’ll know your name
and how sad handshakes feel

If you paint for me even one thing which is true, perhaps I’ll be tempted to consider two. I tell tales poetically, someone else needs to set them to music.

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