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Through every scramble and rummage,His findings did make him wiser,On their heap he found an image,Of the pile still growing higher.The art of belongi..
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A late, but worthy flight.
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My inspiration was sown,
Back on a chilly grey land,
After my dear seeds were blown,
By winds that froze up my hand.
My instincts led me to hold..
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When he was locked up in prison,Further misdeeds he connived,But being served as subhuman,Evoked his forgotten pride.When she became too glum minded,A..
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They push you down rabbit holes,They show you stuff to surmise,They seek your intrinsic roles,Seeingthrough your candid eyes.With concepts theyview as..
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While being raised in the shed,Her hoof would shine in the sun,With burning hope it was bred,As she was learning to run.Trained in the instinct to dar..
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Thrilled after earning mysword,So sharp and sparkling away,In every battle I fought,Gripping the blunt end I stayed.I swung my sword not in greed,But ..
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Song lyrics
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Lyrical piece. A sequel to 'Battle Trail'.
Consists of two verses, followed by one chorus, again two verses, one chorus.
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When in the lead,
I'll fight them all,
But you will bleed,
Before you fall.
Here they come,
Battlefront still dry,
For evil's fun,
Innocence ..
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