grim and wild, the anxiety was mild
Doctor just remarked, the day will be your child
I know the one who is two
that you are not you
She has beguile, my sweet child
the Sun has shone into my past
anxiety that tries to sway the mast
now the boat may not return to the shore
the method in madness
from the lullaby to the folk lore
Ned the Norflox
my barbarian orthodox
will be Amen with Sir Marcus Crucifix
Omen upon all under the feet of six
Norman and no other man
we shall sail upon the tide of the moon
and bring you safe to the asylum
all kinds of people come here
and some of them are also those hero who dare
brave against her in all futile despair
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