In which, we finesse, the pack is loud.
Understanding when it means to be grown, and being a child.
The flow that's right, the Sun shines bright.
To abduct a soul, promoting them to fight.
Ignite the light, the soul is young.
Back in the day, when witches get hung.
For fun, the Bun, the Pleiades is bound.
A God that continues to play lost and found.
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