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Horney, I Rise to Kiss the Stars of Love
Escaped from the jaws of death and corruption
I think until my brain blisters
Each blister a mountain peak
I sit upon, waiting
For my brain to grow into a horn
That will grow tall and rise
To kiss the stars of love
Then transform into a trumpet
To resurrect the souls of those
Betrayed by demons of power and greed
In our beloved land!
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