Soldier Twentieth Century
I love you, great new Titan
Am I not you
Napoleon or
Out of you grew
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I love you, great new Titan
Am I not you
Napoleon or
Out of you grew
The Sun's in its orbit, yet I feel morbid
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Ladies and gentlemen and the day
All ye made of sweet human clay
I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me
You were unhappy when you fell asleep
There was nothing I could do about it
I felt hopeless