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raise your arms for victorydrink to love, drink to mewe'll start overwe'll start new this timewith all stars and shadowand we're all stars, I know, I knowaround a thanks-giving moona misty light imprecise and still from a jagged bright sickle moonthe big man stared him down in the middle afternoonhid the blood and the metalwith his handswith his hands, with his hands...oh, is that a star?oh, shallow victory... From Letras Mania