Endure him in the last minute
Delicate hands are afoot
We pride ourselves on the love of realms
Defeated is the day of righteousness
For the nights of sad remembrance
Shall quake and shiver like on ice
Decisions make clear the night
Children swarm to see this through
Delightful abode for them
Colourful rainbows are abating
In the weather so rained
We reign in the world of damage
Cloudy nights are those days
As if breakable sights might be cold
Encouraging, and detailed
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