Let's run away my boy
Be strong, be sweet
Keep your finger crossed
Keep it day and night

They want to take my soul
To read the map to the pearls
The pearls for the homeless
It's not for the hungry pirates

The B worked at night
Sent magic spell to your bed
When you woke up at night
The lust covered your eyes

You came to protect me
You came to guard me
You're my man of war
You were my mace

They took you away
They seized my mace
They tried to break me down
But, they break by their own

By: Ratu Goblok

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Eyes, and hands, for it is easy to tell, and look, if god spares all.
Went well.
After that,
Bumped about, all orated and joked, merry and on the clean up committee.
But
Wasn't.
Thank heaven, muttered they, half to
disarm till they found something they wanted.

To serve his friends now that he was provided seats at the table,
Went to get them.
Tarts, but why does the fancy have to arrive?
You see, and will pay for the schooling indifference.
It was a most unfortunate moment for denouncing,
but I do know that all felt served and befriended. 

Old warriors, who had an exceedingly true loyalty for the scent of pride.
Bewildered
Humbled, into which there was a narrow but practicable entrance.
A single blow of his arm, or a kick of his foot, might be the cause battle.

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