You in your feelings, homecoming parade
Holding Gatorade to get paid
Golden belt, plaudits, the prizes of pain
Rain rain go away to Spain, day after day
Splash-streaked panes, my casement looks out upon the grange’s range
My deranged rangers are trained to cultivate hay and culminate invader’s
Lives, I blaze more than Northern Sky, I have a Nothron soul
Old as what Eris knows, busy down the beer n’ bowl
Alchemisland 
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