Dance of the Cubs by Valtteri Mulkahainen
Freyja, ever self-possessed
My voice I pray you heed
May confidence, I reap
and scorn poison others bleed
In reflection may my visage
Be to me a lavish monument
Flaunting my past feats
to which I stand as stunning testament
May I thrive with poise
And unconditional be my pride
For I’m ever-worthy of my love,
and to this truth may I be tied.
Seel se Freyja!
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