When once I was orfamelling
across the skooming moors,
my mellop was mellopedly
becoming more obscure.
Berugs were silbek with their claims,
a krilbed, drintedly,
fell victim to their lequimires
with nothing left to save.
But todgrikken was not my way;
zivota held me firm,
that I would never fail against
Berug-katunifer.
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