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Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
When I live I cry, If you don't kill me I'll die.
We are few to the wise; We are abundant to the drunken; We can calm the beast and are precious to the child; We can devour the heart, without piercing the skin
I march before armies, a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory, but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover, one-legged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
Born of earth, but with none of its strength. Molded by flame, but with none of its power. Shaped
According to the music industry, you can count on a midnight train and the devil to turn up here.