What this brand new dawn
And this full drawn path is not yet set
For if I was to walk Nipon, agang guns
For furious furtive funds, forsook these nooks and crannies
No granny would I smile upon, no love nor look for children
But it is not his evil it is more
It past paths times to implore
It is too wrong to feel this way
No more
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