Whenever I look the days
You move in all ways
To make history of those rays
People will have to raise
Not that won epic
With no better ethic
Thanking you far asterisk
Know renewal of the wax
When flame consume
No those ash of the wood
For gone through waste
Leaving them say
That's my man my boy
Son follow his to his lead
There is good and hope
That the company bows
He has come from bare foot
Now follows by board
Meetings awaiting from bosses.
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