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The Death of un
So win we may A merciful time of the heart Moreso apart than victory White lies to approach And in the pontificate- There was subtlety to the news Murder on the fifteenth And I saw you that day Rising lines to freedom And China surely won The centrifuges had stopped And Korea waved with pride And a distance anthem Mean and beautiful men But we closed the reactor Words a-blaze for Pontchartrain And in being Eden- Like any Android Volumes of hair and makeup and history But to see this puppet And all of his stuff Vengeful abuses in this as May We fought for Argentina And stayed in verse as henchmen- and Soviets, and the Japanese paid for war- over this fruitless decay of beta particles We were too powerful to survive the bloodbath- and escaped to all our stuff But we had Allen keys and escaped measles Merciful respect to him- the freightline to freedom And he blessed us in captivity And just ashore to the deceased It was a wistful day And about forty two degrees And two years maximum to the Sun We were committed to Bonn Fits of yearly worry Justin Trudeau noticed war- And made men plan ahead Blessed Communion And we were fond of communication I was afraid of the draft But minions have rights And we were the best to be seen Toad The Wet Sprocket- A sympathy spell on the weary Wearing Uranium Black Doing show-tunes for each destiny You canβt stop Korea- The Super Wonder But leagues have voices And we brought our wrenches free Long-live democracy And better fields to grow upon Stay low and unassumed And Royals will meet- At the death of Kim Jong-un Lakes of fire.