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Razorbell of The United

On Wednesday, it broke the war Lorries were few And in this time to be a hundred In Digdeguash was a strange happening There was afterthought for sure,- then came Republican hell And we were the last to be excited But that day exact,- and the President won Rights to reality And truth for A White Knight daily We had options and Austria- to make it forever This endless work for a country And the days were few and solemn In as sunny as redeem,- we waited as we walked And Hister for the nights- of Ochterlony Rays and lights to the terrace A different war and high society There was disbarren at right And one was a story for every soldier That witch who put my car on stilts And the dollar that slid to options I had the right to get out of here,- but there was no time And nothing, so said the butler And writing someone in the shield What was excessively boring,- for a friend And for the second reason,- I supposed we were sad and needed adjusting And out this door for time It was Union first,- and conversation with the city- which was pulsing rain at night Little bits of comfort- to buy, but that was a scramble This perfect time of year was our dowry And cheap men knew In Kananaskis was frailty The freedom of men to aspire But we were under attack- From the hands and their leaf A silent wisdom but a warning They were praying for the enemy, Which wasn’t you And in it the same Spikes and taps were treason And we would just avoid The second alarm at noon And I supposed nothing but to believe- That the radio was few And playing nothing but Zintar And choral music to soften- These days were The Sign, and I heard a big bang And it was oceanic And all that rain coming right by the equator And we had won the nuclear And we were combative But enemies were the suggestion- and not the story Everybody laughed at the system Which was right at first- but unsupposed We were wrongly suggested to- and kept markets from killing There was no giving Heaven- but to the stars And the radio that day- Was blight for UNIFOR And the undefined payments And their power And was Andrew And I was familiar with the communists How one company can be scary And we pressed pause in the lando And decided where we were buried And Christ had kept us alive,- til mid of June And at six in the afternoon We died because of disease And matters apparent-, to the unhigh And so goes the universe Created by God Winter of destiny Til death And reprimand And in my greatest assumption People had no plans Until they were spoken to And that was war And it made amends In this promised land.

Dedicated to Oprah Winfrey.