Spacemen-of-War were magnet-anchored among clouds With their anti-gravity-gears vaporishing the vespertine skyline While we took a walk on the Main Tower Pretending the Broadcast Station of the Sirius Skirmishes Projected no frequent footages Within our pupils "Since we have invented the inconsumable power Why we still fight For a must-be-running-out substitute?" I played naive and asked you again and again... "Because the Vigor for the Spaceman-of-War will surely be drained And there is no substitute, my dear, for war!" --

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