October 13, 2010
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sorrow had them all
catches between the line
Where you and I met earlier
Poring comes the rain
drenching us beyond our will
we yell for help
but no reason will you come
I can tell you are mighty
But not all that
You my friend is scared of death
You can not bare this unpleasant sight
come and save us you naughty soul
and we shall all be gone.

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