My life turns its pages ageless chapters burn Who are we to earn Where is the will of a warrior sho enough Enlightened by the heights of story buffs As it bluffs the echo through with passage Now its past this Areas of deceit secret events unfold income to just do what is told But we write our on history Mysteries through misery These speak the lessons of old, just do what is bold Be the opposite opposed brew uncommon wit Then lift them high forever base the cry And we finish it
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