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was badly affected with a dream of como estas of Cuba Cuba Libre And all four aces won - The right to drive in Sydney with unending rain upon the ferry and little Jackson keeping speed our racecar was the vape

But many things were yesteryear And habits of the king were ours So we drew a map of Rothesay Common And quit en masse, volcanic pyre To those flowers aboard the ship- The Gamlastan and not the Vasa, We swam to Digby And one litre per hour of Fundy Tide as fuel And the Russian dream of vlad begone was October in the wind

To the day we know The Kyiv line is fortune And will be built With flowers

For Ace Of Base to Kyiv

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jeffery dot withers at wiok.io ( e-mail is welcome! )