at the border and not one inch before
i cede command and turn over the prize
that you had wanted nothing to despise
you might have said but a good to adore
it was no longer my place to advise
at the border and not one inch before
when at the last you understood the score
all magic gone and the world clear of lies
not one thing left to praise nor to despise
at the border and not one inch before
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