The tale of ACotK

His hair is blonde from all the sun

It wont fade out it wont be gray

Never in his life he had to run

Took it easy every day

Through up and down water he soared

The waves he caught with ease

Standing tall on his sweet board

His hair shining in the summer breeze

All of that he had to leave

Magic is now his calling

With wind up his sleeve

And his blonde hair ever falling

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