I tied the strings
Around his waist
He's mine,no doubt.
It was written long ago
Before the eyes of tornado
Hit the mouth of the sea.
He was prepared for me.
Noticed the thorns on his palms
Don't you know it's for me?
Ah!And the slingstones
Have you heard of it's story?
Here,see the sharp arrows that rained as he sneeze
Even the flame runs from itself
As it's eyes strikes
Like the laser beams
It burn the skin of hope.
O' Winter Fairy of Friendship
Meet my bestfriend:
Misery.
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