Unwrapped Claymore
Again I bend to kiss this blade
Then face the winds of Change in steadfast resolution
Whisperings of vows long made
Spin in dizzied revolution
Old and weary wrinkles fade
In face of coming restitution
Tis now my turn to face the night
and at long last to know what's right
Freedom's been a constant fight
Worth every dancing minute
To earn a living in it
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