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Shiny shell and an empty core His heart is like a hidden sore His ringstone is carnelian His self is a chameleon He always walks on shallow ground When all alone he makes a sound Call him happy though he is not His heart feels like an empty slot Inner feelings he will not air No real display of his despair Oh how he yearns for true grandeur Alas! He stays an amateur Hunting for praise has made him ill Admitting is a bitter pill He knows he has to change himself Instead of sitting on a shelf The journey back is a long one And his courage is all but gone A sleeping Viking wakes within He finds a boat and jumps right in The waves are cold and whip his face The voyage lasts for many days Dark waters in a Northern fjord The All-Forgiving is His Lord Soaring soul and solid mound Kneeling man on the rocky ground The inner dragon now is slain He vows to never stray again Repentance was his only choice His ringstone changes to turquoise | ||||||||||||||
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