Stationed on Mars, the Earth from afar.
Pick up lines, as if we're at the bar.
Too tall, they shook, the Rephaim abide.
The Watchers that grew, they continue to rise.
Settling down, Draco is where they reside.
Grouped with Aquila, they continue to fly.
As if Babylon was run by upstanding guys.
No need to fret, the women showered with gifts.
The beauty got me drooling as if I had a lisp.…
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