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Party at Midnight

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Lights are on, voices heard,
the perfect atmosphere.
Smiles shine, jest are told,
laughter fills the air.
Red pyramids built,
with no slaves in sight.
Sharpshooters at a distance,
with the absence of a fight.
rolling up with all our friends,
like forever starts tonight.
You call us delinquents,
you're probably right.





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