Will u take me away,
Far away,
To another place,
Where the curses are away,
And the bastards are a gone,
I will be your noble stead,
Im just a little broken,
Heed me in the direction,
And we shall not be riding,
Along that path of binding,
For we will be prancing,
On the way to managing,
All of our troubles,
All we need is each other,
Then we have a another,
Version of a haven.
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