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Like tiny wretched leaves
No lamp around to see the darkness
The musculous thigh like weaker vessel

From the navel of many souls,
No grown abdomen to sympathize companion aches
As all being raided by fairless tide

Where are the warriors; warriors?, Yes warriors!
Seems they are all cowards, cowards!
Like prince of Ealdor

Are the aged elders still around in the town?
Aged men, yes aged men; Elders
It seems but none ready to,
Tell fairytale, that Ancient Folktales

So now who will tell the truth? umn truth?
The truth of our backlife
as we think theres no man like unicorn