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This is nostalgia
And o.b. the hero
Fights for me
And you dear listener
You leave old memories
And such things disgust me
Storm the door
I must get out
Poetry and power ice and fire
This is poetry and power
You're worse than mirrors
Are you reflecting
I don't know
All this help leaves me cold
This is confusing me again
I must get out