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The Stars are old, that stood for me - The West a little worn - Yet newer glows the only Gold I ever cared to earn Presuming on that lone result Her infinite |
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disdain But vanquished her with my defeat 'Twas Victory was slain. Emily. |
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The Stars are old, that stood for me - The West a little worn - Yet newer glows the only Gold I ever cared to earn Presuming on that lone result Her infinite |
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disdain But vanquished her with my defeat 'Twas Victory was slain. Emily. |
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Last updated on August 13, 1998
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