Trekking down swiftly on the dusty grounds to our hearths, sweats washes over us like rain,
Our laughter echoes back at us in pure bliss almost like that of wide-eyed youngsters,
The earth trembles as we stroll down the route of comradeship, an eternal expedition,
Friends, it's high time we murdered the green-eyed monster with the green horns,
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