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Camel just smoked new cigarette
Every Sunday she makes bet
Young horses run and run
Her bag is full of guns

All grey and boring
Father thinks her warring
Shoot the cat when see your gang
In the back yard heard bang bang

Want to see my real face
I carefully sweep my traces
Nothing works out
there is nothing talk about

The sky turns dark blue
I see the moon
In search of my coyote
State demands me to vote

there is decoration on her neck
This is a snake
he knows his work
The sun peered down at her from the murk

Lambs are grazed in a meadow
I feel inflow
the cowboy decided to drink a beer
This boy was smeared

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The camel goes on pins and needles
The lion wins again
And child"ll forget your sins
the butterfly flaps wings