Like I have never been here
With trophy of luck there
Singing songs of the goat
With a red rose wore on coat.

Like I have never been shot
With dwarf dart short
Of the little kid with the mind arrow
To carry white ripe roses in barrow.

Shot, rested, and
On the warfront again
Guess, this time not with the villain
But with the rosy amour band.

Tersemann2015

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