The angry dragon, breathes fire
Holding inside him, a secret desire
To sing a song, no one had heard
For the one he caught glance of, in water world
Word by word he made his song
So ORIGINAL, with love, his anger had gone
Flew to the lake to pour his heart
Looking for a chance to amaze with his art
All he could find was a reflection of him
For someone else to be there, chances were dim
Then he realised what a fool he became
With whom he fell in love was his own mighty frame
Now he sings the song in praise of self
There is no better love than to love thyself
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