i got broken the sword plunged into my heart,
you parayed for me you two dancing the dance of death
with the person who threatened to crush and kill me,
you twirled you lunged plunging your swords into my demise
fighting it of, as it gave wave after wave of attacking force but you stood by my side.
you picked me up you carryed me,
for those dark weeks making sure the door
was locked and nothing dangrous could get in,
i was in a fever i was confused you helped sort my
head using those feather hats to destract me,
thank you my two muskateers thanks for your defence thanks for your
fight of death which i think we won you and i
we will allways be the three muskateers
boys my words to you are
one for all and all for one!
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