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Let the winds howl in no special form
Sporadic movements meant to scatter the storm
Let the horn sound full when they pull the mast
With the family crest, as this will be the last
Let no child cry or woman scorn
For in this state I will be reborn
Let dancing commence after i am scorned
Ashes long forgotten as they rapidly sore
It is why I look up to you now and say, Zack
Dont let me be the only one doin all this crack!
Sporadic movements meant to scatter the storm
Let the horn sound full when they pull the mast
With the family crest, as this will be the last
Let no child cry or woman scorn
For in this state I will be reborn
Let dancing commence after i am scorned
Ashes long forgotten as they rapidly sore
It is why I look up to you now and say, Zack
Dont let me be the only one doin all this crack!
Published 5th Mar 2019
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