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BRIBE A GANG
On the left hand,
The police
Black and blue, yet
They have not repented
To barton his head
He is the thief
The person who should have
Caught the robber!
Sweet like onions
In the eyes
This, my brother, is thy day
Why do you cry?
Can't you fly?
Fly away
As bar you are?
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BRIBE A GANG
BRIBE A GANG
