Until it went out
There was a fight long ago
But it went south
There was a night long ago
and even that died
There was ice once upon a time
It wasn't cold
There was mice once upon a time
That were bold
There was spice once upon a time
and it was never sold
But Now
Our prize is a fire in this time
That burns and bites
Our prize is an ire in this time
That consecrates and rights
Our prize is a liar in this time
That takes himself to new heights
Now is darkness till tomorrow
Leaving us without eyes
Now is dreamless till tomorrow
No promise prize
Now is heartless till tomorrow
Lacking breath even for our sighs
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