Mike, you are bear.
Oh, such venerable
I am bear-leader,
My favorite sir.
Yes, you're lighthouse
In sea of months.
And I'm regret
Course to you I am red.
Look, near of you head
I am. In red,
Red light of your eyes.
Mike, why do you run?
Icon and cold
You always told
Don't let me be
Noise and free.
Now dear, you'll get enough
For your lies and crimes,
For my nervous tears,
Will not be sir.
Sir-bear
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