I wish there was another year another time.
When people sang and poems rhymed.
My name could be Napoleon.
A thousand ships.
A windy sail, so huge and high it's tall enough to touch the sky.
It's beautiful but hard to find.
But I just wasn't born in time.
Walking back to Waterloo again.
windy
where
trust
waterloo
touch
thousand
there
trees
street
ships
right
grass
based
things
napoleon
enough
meadows
wrong
dream
walking
still
again
brand
pressured
queen
begin
another
beautiful
green
growing
means
never
could
rhymed
poems
people
place
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