Give me a light sword for my heavy hand, one that leads when I follow and follows when I lead
A light sword
For my weary hand
One that dances like a Butterfly dances like a butterfly
Dances, dances, dances
One that saws virgins in half, that smashes demons, tolerates no other
But the one who carries it
A sword that is terrible and wonderful
That glows in the dark
In case of danger
A light sword
For my heavy hand
One that leads when I follow and follow , when I lead
A light sword
For my tired hand
One that dances like a butterfly dances like a butterfly
Dances, dances, dances
One that the curtain divided and then lingers no longer A sword that does not hesitate and never rushes
I want a sword that sings as it works, just for those
Who wields it
And mean it Carves names into hundreds of trees and then sits silently at my side again
A light sword
For my heavy hand
One that leads when I follow and follows when I lead
A light sword
For my tired hand
One that dances like a butterfly dances like a butterfly
Dance, dance, dance

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