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A young man with silver hair,
Using methods less than fair,
Fell prey to the baiters,
Switched to dark like Darth Vader,
And killed good guys with some amount of flair.
Then along came the keybearer,
Only made the smallest of errors,
On slick floors his foot slipped,
On his own feet did he trip,
And off came his head to his terror.
So was the fate of Sora,
And everyone danced the hora,
Now Riku, the lad,
And lovely Kairi were glad,
And they became senor and senora.
