There was fear and desire on the day of the fight
The priest flew in to intervene between brawling seafearers
Spartacus standing on the paths of glory
paved by the carnage of the killer's kiss
The hardest thing for Kirk was learning to love the bomb
After strangely embracing the orange hands of time
But he kept his chin wide open
as Tom kept his eyes wide shut
For there was something still shining from nineteen eighty
It was Kubrik's eye
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