He has crossed out his holy title
They are thirteen buds of flower
They are graceful just like aster
That hopes bloomin when the sun higher
With the thousands of hopes, they wishper
To become a religious warrior, they manner
Their souls now growl in the silent
The pistil tarnished with violent
Wish themselves prickly when it happened
So, to this fall they can prevent
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