Author's Note: Most songfics have italicized lyrics alternating with unformatted text. Due to the unique nature of this, however, lyrics will be printed in normal format.

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By yon bonnie banks, and by yon bonnie braes

Against a black sky, who's able to read that "L" flag?

Where the sun shines high on Loch Lomond

The stars that look like they're around it might all have gone nova already.

There me and my true love spent many happy days

You know they could have won? A true, untainted victory?

On the bonnie, bonnie, banks of Loch Lomond.

The humans are volatile: capable of destroying themselves without my assistance. Such was the case.

'Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen

If he'd heard what happened, he wouldn't even gloat.

On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond

Would that pressure have been on if there had been a hit on the first pitch?

Where in deep purple hue, the highland hills we view

It's a chaotic system. A single change and things would oscillate wildly. If only I had the chance to research…without jeopardizing my other projects.

And the moon glints out in the gloaming.

So many preferred the home run to the pitching duel. I don't mind being part of the majority.

The wee birdies sing and the wild flowers spring

You didn't think I'd come, and you couldn't dream I'd stay longer than you.

And in sunshine the waters are sleeping

Moved on to bigger and better things?

But the broken heart, it knows no second spring again

Do they know they'll never get another chance?

Though the woeful may cease from their grieving.

The real losers are the simpletons who take delight in this.

You take the high road…

So did you even interfere at all?

…and I'll take the low road

I could find out, of course, but I have other things to accomplish.

And I'll get to Scotland before you

At least you've realized Falla Kadrat is beyond hope.

But me and my true love will never meet again

She was your pawn, just as he was mine.

On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

Space and time are so relative, and yet I understand your reasons for keeping them stagnant.

The broken heart, it knows no second spring…