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UNDER TWO TATOOINE SUNS
01:20
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So painful to witness, so hard not to stare.
This desert exhausts me, sickeningly bare.
Some look and see nothing.
Surrounded; Alone.
Some live and breathe, dying.
My struggle, my home.
You can shut your eyes, pray for salvation
Though night may come, you can never shun
The two Tatooine suns
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SARLACC ARISE
01:03
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ARISE!
One thousand years.
Rotting alone.
Consumed.
Sustenance.
The creature feeds on what brought you here; the sins your flesh imprisons.
No fate worse for our enemies, no greater satisfaction for our kind.
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SINGLE FILE, HIDE YOUR NUMBERS
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UPON THE BANTHA'S BACK
00:39
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Ride!
Target sighted.
The passions of struggle, the fight is ignited.
Ride!
Our sympathy lacks.
We laugh at the faces of fear we attack.
Ride, Bantha! Ride!
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BLOOD ON BOONTA EVE
01:17
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"There will come a day when all must fight. We are too few."
Intrude, encroach.
The spread of their filth is a boot on our throats.
Your spectacles, your games, vapidly celebrate.
Put our blasters to the masters of our wavering fate.
Our lands once sacred, pod-racers defile.
Blood on boonta eve. Our targets- their smiles.
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CARRY ON
00:13
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The two suns descend.
Gather all, around the fire. Young and old, together, vibrant. The time has arrived. Tales of our wars, tales of our passion, stories carry meaning, blanketed beneath the infinite sky.
The dunes carry echoes of a desperate past, as harsh as the hot winds that shape them. As hardened as the scales of Dewbacks, as sharp as the spines of the plants.
It is our responsibility. To ourselves and our elders, to the youth and their wide eyes, to the masks that shield them from the harsh sands.
Knowledge, sacred, indispensable. Unforgettable. Learned, honed, applied. Though expectations and troubles abound, one foot in the struggle is a step toward freedom.
And the keys to our future lie buried deep in the sands of our past.
It is our responsibility.
The two suns descend.
We carry on.
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OF RAIDS AND RAGE
00:31
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ATTACK!
There is no use in fighting back. What is yours will be ours.
Neither you nor your ignorance belong on our lands.
Expect no sympathy.
Our broken hearts aflame.
When we speak.
OF RAIDS
AND RAGE.
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