Let us lift up our flaming swords of love
Into the heights of the farthest stars
And into the depths of the darkest moments
Let them sear through our grandiosity and pain
That even such a sword exists
If we can just imagine it ourselves
As heroes of some childish play
Our armor a black cardboard box
Our tinfoil helmets flashing in the lights
Standing in the silence of forgotten lines
But just then we remember to lift them up
Our flaming swords of love
And for a few moments we are good
And everything around us better
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