Once upon a time,
There was a man called Soot.
He had a goal that was his prime -
He wanted to give to his Son everything that is good.
So he built L'manburg - a nation,
Collected his men.
Soot immedietly became an inspiration,
But obstacle showed up again.
The King of the land,
Who called himself Dream,
Ruled with an iron hand
War esculated, which was extreme.
Soot's nation exploded.
"My unfinished symphony" - He screamed.
His man stood up devoted.
The King looked up to him "Do you want to redeem?"
The boy had something that King wanted.
He gave him his discs for L'manburg independance.
The papers of their freedom were noted
And Soot screamed his well-know sentence.
His Son and his men lived happily until election day.
"L'manburg will stay forever unfinished!"
It's another start of dismay.
Our nation has not chance to get refinished.
Because afterall... It was never meant to be.
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