Cape Crusader

The air the sweeps your feet
Will govern all your country fleet
The remorse of your soothing sound
will all be heard and will astound

Your simple gestures of smiles and laughs
will be recorded and will be cropped
Your uncanny labor that suites your taste
will be painted and will'nt be waste

Your heart, your heart... that once did part
will be a part of my own heart
and never will I let those cursed pride
to let them part with free ride...

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