

Tyrants of StatureOn the horizon Approaching with speed Unheard of in hist’ry ‘Til I saw this steed!Tyrants of Stature
Ground quaking with footsteps, He came down with force. The villages bracèd For strikes sans remorse.
His breaths were like acid, With eyes just like ice, And muscles like iron, The king of the mice.
044 Humming
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"Love Many,
Trust Few,
Do Harm to No One..."
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Play for me, Minstrel, my love,
play a harp, her neck is of gold,
in a dance, which covers my soul,
I'll become the mirror of my thoughts...
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Play for me, Minstrel, my love,
play a harp, her neck is of gold,
in a dance, which covers my soul,
I'll become the mirror of my thoughts...
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