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When we first met
I thought she had broke my neck
With her bosom pushed into my face
Where was I to look?
That night I saw her again
Above me hanging joyously
Warning me of my spiritual pressure
And how it effects those around me
I chose to join the academy
Flying through my years
As a child prodigy
There are not many obstacles in my way
Became a third seat
With her above me
His charismatic lieu
Under psychotic Shiba Taicho
For him to disappear one day
I take his place
She stands by me now
As my boisterous 2nd hand
I know she will stick by me
For centuries to come
As my only
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