you came to me flying on the weather of fortuneyou blinded the haters with the light in your soul
then filled mine with melody
as i heard it i could also taste it
it was cool as ice mixed with honey
God made you for me
To hide me from the wicked
then he charged me to guard your destiny to the death...
The merfolk speak of you in sacred tones
And ... the legend goes that you have the blood of the stars... it is whispered in the heavens that you were born for great deeds
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