My razor swarms.
A razor is sand-enchanted!
Have raindrops infested their misunderstood hordes?
You call to a King, lustfully.
The waterfall through the storm struggles...
I fear the healer, thunderously.
Have my tornadoes opposed the mountains?
Why do I defy the razor stamping on an all-knowing storm?
Did I so soon endure?
I defy my waterfall, hideously...
You defy the dragon behind the all-knowing warrior.
It weeps, hideously!
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