He who saw the truth
Of what is uncouth
With young eyes open
It was a mischievous token

Now he passes on the torch
To she who does not scorch
In the light of the earth and sun
Calling the wild to one

Once forlorn bent and broken
Now free and awoken
Whose voice rings true
From deep in the blue

With hand on heart and soul
Stand tall as an iron pole
And all who dare to look
Finally off the hook

Cast an enchanted spell
Make is swift and well
Be true with word and song
To unwrite all the wrong


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