Summoned,
Boom,
Devoured;
But the blood will be the sign for you,
And like a native of the land with flowers in the hand.
I am blessed because of you!
But let me go through all of them;
Because the Commander wanted it so!
Brown, grown, thrown, flown, blown, clown, down, own;
Peaceful and faithful,
But the dagger fell out of the sheath.
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