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I like fragile brooch working hands,
Describe the hardships I endure.
After the fire burned down my herd
And no one can appease my arrogance.

I like fragile brooch working hands,
Describe the hardships I endure.
After the fire burned down my herd
And no one can appease my arrogance!

I like bitter lie in his father's words,
As wanting what you do not have time.
The fire burned down my herd
And no one can appease my arrogance.

I like bitter lie in his father's words,
As wanting what you do not have time.
The fire burned down my herd
And no one can appease my arrogance!

Arrogance!
Arrogance!
Arrogance!