Galactic race of Death
Last night I dreamed of death,
The sound of death,
Caught in a galactic race.
Find the lovely Princess Death,
Charm my soul with your sadden less.
Guiding me on roadless roads,
Leading me to the vicious witch.
Vicious witch almost did me in.
I am tired and need my rest,
But I dare not nod off lest
These strange dreams hit me like a cub.
Mama alas, that’s a rub.
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