When they ask you what you bring.
When they tell you what to sing.
When you know you want more.
To bring yourself to sing.
To lore galore,
as vigil as it may seem.
It is in end matter to none
yet to one, who wants that change.
Change of presence,
for change from present.
Than that you bring
what u sing,
to the end the ring
ring a ding ding.
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