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A CLASS OF SURVEYORS
Who wants to know! Who wants to know!
Let me, too, know! Let me, too, know!
My class of surveyors!
A cold heart's cheer about an end;
About an end about a girl;
About a boy so sturdy brave,
My guys! My surveyors!
The stooky girl; call her a jet
Now, let all tomboys go to rest
And, nil, I've this sun's - this is mine!
My glad dale surveyor!
Since heavens are sealed, I'll speak to hills
About my trusts of yae
To kill a skill I've found at words
No sought bought surveyors!
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A CLASS OF SURVEYORS
A CLASS OF SURVEYORS
