The waitress walk through the map room
Their footsteps shallow
Everyone would dance and be angry
I love the happy thing
We would boxed together
and even fight when no one was near
But a light flurry came
Everyone was delighted
Until it yielded a war scythe
It wore a cummerbund
Everyone around dodged their bonesaw
The day came to an end
It was fun and gloomy day
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