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The blur of green, the power of youth, that stupid bowl-cut hair
The hard work and dedication blinds you as to why one would quit
Flash back to the orange tide, ever-believing and persevering
Draws his strength from a deeper power
Embodying(sp?) weakness, relating to the commonfolk
The cherry blossom opens for those who are inspired
Hidden, solitary, quiet and knowing
The scarecrow stands alone, after letting go of those he once held so dear
But rising above them all is the avenger
Pure rage and purpose, keeping his horrific eyes on those he needs to kill
And we all know, that now or then
He will.
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