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The creature in the shell,
You want to be a king
To rule the horrow hell,
To wear the magic ring.

You think that only you
Can't live in silly world,
There isn't place for true,
Where everything is sold.

You try to find a way,
You wait for magic mark
And dream about the day,
You'll find yourself as spark.

And after magic spell
At once you'll understand:
Without iron shell
You're just a little lad.