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Well, my Death it lies alone between the seeds of 7 mangos, amidst a yellow patch of shrubbery where a couple Civets tango. And a droplet and a dollup dance decrepit dumplings deadly where a bobcat peers around the swag to listen to the medley -- and it's 5, 4, 3, 2 fingers up the neck of Django in a yellow patch of shrubbery where a couple Civets tango.
My heart is only honest in a town of 3 tomorrows where yesterday is flavored and the way is never sorrow, sippin' on a straw plugged into 7 lucky mangos amidst a yellow patch shrubery where a couple Civets tango -- -- and it's 5, 4, 3, 2 fingers up the neck of Django in a yellow patch of shrubbery where a couple Civets tango.
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