They, in the mornings when eden was stalling
The minute when our home’s foundations burned
Chased their gunslinger calling
And grasped their cash, and turned

Their hands kept the sky in place;
They rise, and the world stays up;
What creators neglected, these grace
And considered victory coin enough

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