The guns were loaded,
The night was young,
The cold air crisp and wild,
But our truth was about to be sung,
Eighty-four bells rung loud,
Yet you were close behind,
I made way for the ninety-three birds,
And you thought of me as rather kind,
Time became colder than the air,
Frozen to a brief point,
I could've exalted you right then,
But it was too early to anoint,
The guns rang throughout the night,
Yet neither of us budged an inch,
You did jump by those pesky arrows,
But frankly I gave you a good pinch,
The end came near,
Nightfall was drug over the sky,
My valve with a thousand drums beat on,
While you felt the beat whisper as you lie,
But throughout all of the gunpowder,
Throughout all of the cloudy smoke,
You stopped and thought of me,
Even though I'm just a bloody bloke.
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