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1. Crimson flames tied through my ears

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Rollin` high and mighty traps

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Pounced with fire on flaming roads

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Using ideas as my maps

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"We`ll meet on edges,soon," said I,

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Proud `neath heated brow,

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Ah, but I was so much older then,

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I`m younger than that now.

2. Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth

"Rip down all hate,"I screamed

Lies that life is black and white

Spoke from my skull.I dreamed

Romantic facts of musketeers

Foundationed deep,somehow.

Ah,but I was so much older then,

I`m younger than that now.

3. 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 then that now.

4. A self-ordained professor`s tongue

Too serious to fool

Spouted out that liberty

Is just equality in school

"Equality,"I spoke the word

As if a wedding vow.

Ah,but I was so much older then,

I`m younger then that now.

5. In a soldier`s stance,

I aimed my hand

At the mongrel dogs who teach

Fearing not that I`d become my enemy

In the instant that I preach

My pathway led by confusion boats

Mutiny from stern to bow.

Ah, but I was so much older than,

I`m younger then that now.

6. Yes, 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,bur I was so much older than,

I`m younger than that now.