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climb on
that speeder bike
we'll play some old softshoe
this short one's one quite peculiar
color

a theme,
insidious,
now lush as a lotus
and then indigo-tinged darkness,
my lord

master
in the Order,
swingin' an antique blade
and jamming out with robes now tan,
now black

ghetto
aristocrat,
midis bred in the blood,
that band of droids that march so sweet
gone beige

moonglow
my hopped up count,
grooving smooth with the Force -
boys, he can feel it all over:
lightning

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