Tiger
While I drive wild.
The girl is late.
She becomes gold.
And I am a brain.
No love is important for hail.
But for me she is not being blamed.
She judges love for I receive gold.
And she gained the power in to the rays.
My head filled of light.
Her ambitious situation in need of height.
She is not curious at all
But ourselves are neither united nor stated, I use the power of brain,
Whoever is best let USA gain in favor of the favors ones?
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