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Of Winged Horses and Tennis Players: A Ballad
Ancient land called Yugoslavia
There, where your neighbors never love ya
Now fractured into many warring states
On the forum to forget your fates
Weaving tales of horses, tales of gold
The stories that needed to be told
Your freedoms lay shattered in the west
By all those who think they know 'em best
Up high, where the wingčd horses fly
And where drones continually die
Hear temper tantrums, out they cry
Poor millionaires defenceless -- why?