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ELY'S BED
Ely's bed apoclaptic, a plastic cupborad
In Rish and Resh, a place of seleut
but I am hasty telling swell tell
I was once prone to asking questions
why life had treated me thus
till I heard the jingle of a bell: slaughter
telling El, hell is hell
well, hell I assail
I sail above the pace of hell
In Ely's delight if Ely's healther
It is a healt stalte of wealth.
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ELY`S BED
ELY`S BED