On my Birthday,
The snow fell,
The tree withered.
Is this for good?
Or for bad?
On my birthday,
The omen was undecided,
Leaving a faint trace of doubt.
On my birthday,
A warrior was born,
But also a saintess,
And something even more.
Who can find out the meaning of this,
Good for some, is evil for others,
While bad for some, is good for others.
Let this child decide her faith then.
And let the rest be left to faith.
-----> Nabila / Queen Beela
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