Prosecute
old you must know I was called
I give myself twelve more years
as I never indulged the apostles
just to make sure my pup will be ready
to break an heart long gone in the desert of sahara
hanging on the edge I thrive the walk and the barking
sand in my sandals I can still run and swim you to the end
the camel I never rode hiding in the shade a bicycle
I pedal my trade folding to take a ride in a taxi for the finish
and you pigs oinking in a sty I do not care as I am free
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