With the wind at my back and the sun following with obligation, the forces against me failed their imitation. I’m different you see, because of my followers. It’s a mutual relation, so that no back goes unwatched. In times of struggle, pelted by hail and ice, I’ll take the wounds for them, a virtue not a vice. As the wind you carry me making life easier to travel. As the sun you light my way, so my eyes don’t stumble. To help one, to hold one, to earn a returned favor, I help you, I hold you, to be your true savior.
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