Saffron is your disguise, verdant when you hit sunrise
Majesty in your chest, in my eyes you’re the best
Idiosyncrasy upon your name, in hands we have the game
Thoroughly admirable, conceitedly dependable
Hell rider on your back, hit wiseacre till blue and black
You are more than a friend, together reaching the end
We do overcome, weathering the storm
Endless devotion, sacrifice in motion
Rush never suppress, run like an express
Brotherhood indeed, aim to the good deed
Exotically bent, nature acquiescent
Never ending excitement, never avenge argument
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