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The newborn knows the far off souls
and innermost groves
Such torment she underwent
at heaven’s descent
In a magic egg when ewes lactate,
secretions of snakes
We inculcate, it don’t translate
So pull your own weight
Back in my day was an ice age, honey
Making me want some ice cream sandwiches
Making me pine for woolier women
Where do we go? Where do we go?
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