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The Golden Blade,my protector.

Poetry By: Chrysta
Song lyrics



That old sword still has its strength...


Submitted:Jul 23, 2009    Reads: 90    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Hold to the broken blade,

Never let it go,

No matter how it dims.

Don't let shimmer and shine

make you lose those defenses.

Though it's edge may be not quite sharp,

Those sparkles lost their glow,

Don't let go.

Hold to your man,

Grit through the hard battles.





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