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Star Turtle 1 |
My hands are red
Admittedly, the cross is mine
The time is come
Forsake the brine
Alone with the void for a thousand years
I am the first of the reptillian rocketeers
Doom shins it痴 bitter brink
Its goblins casting stench to pave the way
I知 going off to seek the soul
Who値l teach me of the day
A boy will be born in the garden
I値l wait on a patch of green grass
Somehow he値l know to find me there
And place a star upon my crust
We値l trace the crescent痴 rim
Pawn痴 pursuit of deliverance
My soul a satchel for musical vim
Then I値l return to save my race
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