" I'll make a suit of colors to stop the blinding mirrors. Sew a cape of red and gold. Stifled up the beam, with the perfect armor, with a perfect dream. To be made of glass; when two suns are shining, the battle becomes blinding, but we ride tonight. Tonight, tonight, we ride. "
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