Yes it had stormed last night
The window pane is broken
A few cracks on the wall
Got sympathies in token
A sorry said it all
Yet I stand fit and straight
With my bow all set
My own destiny I shall make
I refuse to loose or forget the allure
Let me form my flange to fit the ferrule
And then with a fluke I shall bestow
All the sufferings that I had went through
None shall be pardoned be young or be old
Revenge would be taken and then we begin all new
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