By Christa S
To bring thee forth, Brave
To not let thee be a slave
To take this to the grave
To pity the common knave
She is one to go away
He will learn to kneel and pray
They will have to help and pay.
It is the start of a fresh day.
This is the town that we will slay.
We are like the powerful Fay
Tryin to get loved humans to stay
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