Cassie's Poem

Anatou - Oh, Anatou.

Why is your hair so white?

Why is your skin so light?

Tarto was your friend and now is lost.

See what losing friends can cost?

All is lost. All is lost.


Anatou - Oh, Anatou.

Maybe your hair you can dye,

Or your skin you can fry in that burning sun.

But take my advice and stay the same.

It's not your fault -- You're not the blame.

Anatou - Oh, Anatou.