To Baila Morena

[Breeze]

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There once was a Reaver,
Who killed with a Cleaver.

Peaches was his name,
Killing fools was his game.

He would find her.
She'd call, he'd answer.

It was true love he was sure,
He just wanted it so much more.

Without her there,
His heart was all bare.

But not to worry,
They'd be sorry.

I'm coming for you my dear. When I do they shall pay and we shall be together forever.

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Signed,

Your Favourite Little [color=#FF6666]P[color=#FF9966]each.