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By Phoophi
Many years have gone by,
Since my master passed away,
Once nothing, now everything,
He made me, me,
He made me famous,
The swirling winds that-
twist the midnight sky.
The stars luminesce the
night. Like angels-
descending from above,
defending the holy town
from the shadows of
evil that lurk.
