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alone in a room, with your needle and spoon, filled with the innards of a balloon, bought off of a cartoon, down in the lagoon and pretty soon, after that harpoon, your mind will become immune, and create a new goon, no longer prune of the loon. with that upside, all that cried inside, now you decide, to reside outside! like the slow slide, of the oceans tide, you will stride allied beside, a truly wide defied divide, where fried pride, and pried lies, will always arise, so spy and be wise, because the size of your lies, supply a unwise guys tie heed this advice, unless you like all the why's energy you authorize otherwise supply the surprise.
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