The spirit of hero,
That works in with ado,
Works around like zero,
Speaks without Stereo,
And do things without demo,
Who keeps embryo,
Have throw words like an arrow,
To the people in the shadow,
And the people fly like a sparrow,
That way is narrow
For the people to follow,
For few that is allow,
Should pass the narrow.
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