cowardly
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Here comes a feat of boots dressed in gold
Clad in a uniform just as bold
Keys wrapped in paper cloth
Hands wrapped in gauze
Bloodshot eyes tinker chilled
Yet he stays willed
The opportunities given to us by the mother Life herself
Have been stored into our vault of love and hope
That shines at the tip top top of the hills
So high up nobody can see
with their own
