For days gone
On his doorstep one day
Could not be taken at all
And the elves were flying
It was an unfortunate remark
Fell into that abyss
You have nice manners
Lay inside any claim
Give them all'inferno
At the foot of declevity
Through the shades of tiger eyes
Like tremdous foam
Contracting it's four walls
And there across the sky
Rode forth the tiger eyes
Already knew so much
Horses and riders
Overwhelming the riders
That will be the last archer to the sword
As this story comes to end
The shock of a projectile
That will be shouted and called
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