Pied Piper

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A boy of eight was I on that fateful day, When sweet sounds of music drew children near. Joy filled our souls as the piper did play. Across the wild lands we passed with no fear.  
They’ll scream and say I robbed them But don’t speak of how they robbed me Though I suppose it’s hard to recognize Your slave once he’s been freed.  
Once Upon A Time There was a piper. Not just any piper, But a piper with a magical flute. As he played his flute, Children would follow, But what happened one day
Take a group of misfits, a group of freaks, Just everyone who doesn’t fit in. Combine the loners, the weirdos, the geeks. Then sit back and watch the madness begin. One leader with quick mind and heart of ice,
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