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The ice-cream man is coming
Pulling up his little van
The ice-cream man is coming
Run while you can
The ice-cream man is coming.
Better hurry fast-
No, no! Not to him,
My child, away!
Quick!
Or not longer shall you last…
The ice-cream man is here.
Music plays, innocently sweet
But the dark undertone, for those who can hear,
Well, it sweeps them off their feet.
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