Now
Who's Prolific ?
Night
chills,
Devils
waiting for me.
Catch
me loitering in here,
Oh
no, not me, not I.
Racing
to the finale,
Glory
showered forever upon.
Angels
singing for me,
And
everything being done,
Oh
yes, 'tis me, 'tis I.
The
greater end,
Of
a vast black sea,
Is
where we are I see,
And
it means everything to me.
Being
grander than a Duke to be,
A
soldier of fortune running free....
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