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Smokey stop pell,

hovering on the station sail,

policy of the ram hitting in a jam in their whole man-
the self assured meander un~spell.


Yes, yes it's a 2000 time tell,

it's so sojourned now we can't expel-

that leader had his mound,

and his following the overt round,

but we had face that was sound?

What is the mettle now?
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