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Back when you could call giants your friends.
We were slower than snails with salt on our skin.
With rockets on our backs were sure enough to win.
To the sound of a thousand violins.

But were getting old she says.
Were have to use to live.
We move like mannequins.
When were not immune to this.

Days of romance are over.
The revolutions dead.
These things don't las a lifetime.
We can roll over in our graves if we wanted to.