• Final Battle •

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Breathe through the fog my dear
You've gone so far this treacherous year

He tore you down too many times already
And it's been killing you slowly

From the storms and the pain he threw at you
To the scars and lessons he left you

Stay strong through this final battle
Soon enough you'll be living in a castle.

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