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ONCE UPON A CULTURE
Once upon a culture
Demon worship became famous
Playing the drum, arouse the weeds
Enlist herbalists on the floors?
Questions among the toughest ones
To suit my time, a naughty one
To quench the flame of every realm
Questions abound; remember me.
The twin-sick stuff; the cuffs of worth
Tutalooza; a quick a we
Humbendanzos; a poor man's hopes
Tell him again to money bring.
He too was wise to did such thing
To did the deed he must not do
Business is sweet, bring now your good;
We'll sell it on the popular hills.
Don't cry at me; go find the man!
Twenty first century poor man!
If sense is costly, why cry now?
You said it works sometimes; what's wrong?
Twelve times by twelve he'll find the man
Wandering upon comotious hills
Plus that he has some power he feels
Will hurt if he tells the police.
Spinachs of hope, adore these note
Compose the song that rose and soared
Square tendy man, amuse my cools
Pump on this ground, your very few.
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ONCE UPON A CULTURE
ONCE UPON A CULTURE
