To hell and back, the journey which I'm called
And you my brother, this I do not wish
but honored I would be to be beside
A man like you; now let's go fish
Fish we will to save the broken bells
that toll deceitful melodies askew.
Let now our efforts not be done in vain.
Let's set what's ripped and tampered now anew
Fish we must to guard the sapling trees
that bears the fruits that follow now in time
We give the water, freshen now the leaves
Ensure the future's harvest be sublime
Without the knowledge of what we had in store
You came in freedom; 'Twas my task you bore
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