Ferns never die
This wind wakens over the hill
These swords surround me
Rustling
Ferns never die
This wind wakens my chords
As they wakened his
Our order glory sets around me
Sterling
Ferns never die
His wind wakens sputters of breath
Sends the sacred sort of red oil
Barely Pounding
I've never seen a fern die
I've never seen on born
They live in how a forest needs them
How I need him
Need his story
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