Now, now, Duncky... play nice... you do ride a Hoonda after all.
And before you talk about my ride... we all know it's you...
They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the evening,
we will remember them
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