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The memory of the lost ring,
Arise the heaven blue to sing,
"Focusing the right cling'
Can straight your ring wing.
On the movement of dark ark,
Allow mammoth of the tape black,
Satisfy not the wage of blue sark,
That is eating the simply glark in the glare of dark.
The libration of humanity,
Corrupt all the vein to “rude diety”
That was found on the Clive of hill guilty,
In untold way of the cruel certainty.
In there any object,
That was in this‡ to object,
Except in poverty abject,
Like the white ray in a whitish concept.
A young tray of thought,
Asked the birth to give him deep thought,
But the betray of hot shot,
Placed on the back of white thought.
Running from the sea side,
With no where to hide,
Both in rain and hot,he has to slide,
From the dirty takes to tide.
Away a lost hope,
Where he no where to cope,
Better change the tape,
To sing for you a song of yellow grape.
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