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Six o’ clock
In the morning, I feel pretty good
Fighting dragons and crossing swords
With the people against the hordes
Who came to conquer
now I’m standing on the grave of a soldier that died in 1799
the day he died it was a birthday
I noticed it was mine.
my head didn’t know just who I was
I went spinning back in time
And I am high upon the altar
So open up the gates of Autumn
and let me out of here!
great name !!