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of Malmö

A pestilence of war Into the drains men went and wept It was cold in the dark; And all this ice was clear A fix of the longhouse of water And on this side of worry I sat up livid and said- There is nothing jong un wants- But death

So to Expressen if I am lying about what is right To the bigger men of Peter, This day repeats For all that ABBA saw- Even in the foreground Where love made offers To Incheon and The Havana ship

No more nukes and Auld Lang Syne We prepare for war and lose repose to revenge So that the Ark of our understanding And less war Are ours in that way

kim is dead