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The Silver Crescent
The Silver Crescent turned red,
The blood dripped from those who are dead.
The gyinfrots deposit the blue,
It descends unto the crescent which no one did rue.
Together they unite,
Together they battle the last fight.
They slaughter the one,
Now you can see the big bright sun.
The people smile with joy,
Until it comes to a non-deserving boy.
Now it is the job of another,
To unite with the crescent like a long-lost brother.
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| of course you don't know what it means by "blue". i did that on purpose. |
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| hey nice poem, i don't really know what it means by blue so yeah, sorry about that. Anyway, thanks for commenting me on my poem! ^^! |
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| hey nice poem, i don't really know what it means by blue so yeah, sorry about that. Anyway, thanks for commenting me on my poem! ^^! |
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| hey nice poem, i don't really know what it means by blue so yeah, sorry about that. Anyway, thanks for commenting me on my poem! ^^! |
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| I wouldn't really expect someone to see what a gyinfrot is. This is something you'd really have to think about to figure out. You can't really figure out exactly what a gyinfrot is, though. But at least you find two things out about them. But as a whole, you have to think about to figure it out. |
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