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They used to call me hero in those days

And in my youthful arrogance I concurred.

I saved their worlds; they in turn conferred

Their medals, spoke their speeches, sang my praise.

I was a legend well before middle age –

Far too young to fully understand

That legendry and myth go hand-in-hand,

Their differentiation hard to gage.

Fiction still is fiction. Here’s what’s true:

That my much-vaunted valor was just a joke,

A figment of well-placed mirrors mixed with smoke.

The smoke’s now gone. It turns out, so are you.

And I? I reflect on every silent year.

If I had told you, Spock, would you be here?
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