Sacred teachings of the ancient history
Day, night, rain
How you dare to play this game
Guide your scouts to the river of tears.
First day of christmas, joy of youth pain in the end
I can make my own decision
Holy and prejudicious
Unfair wizard of true
I'll be greedy, i'll be mean' ill be ungrateful
Take the blame on my acts
Chained, lonely, free
I can be a king if you are my queen
Im yours now
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