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Mieta is the nickname It isn’t lame Because it’s not plain. Nobody has the same; I’m not afraid to tumble Because I know I won’t stumble; When you hear the crowds rumble, You know I’m about tumble; You better listen up because I don’t mumble “Nobody can tumble, Cause a fumble, Make a crowd rumble, Like me
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