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Oct 2017
Are you sure
You turned pale for a moment
The aircar had been commonplace enough
The Nazis merely stole whatever the Fascists neglected to take

Well aware how much depended on her actions
Books and shows were poor distraction
But music helped him relax
And enjoy his memories

Why are they your enemy
We only ever met in the battlefield
It's the first time we sit and talk
And on Earth of all places

LONG RANGE SCAN INDICATES PILOT ALIVE
Yeah, I'm fine
Displaced from the market square by
The political hoorah going on there
Written by
Fractal
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