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my father was a ufo eating passengers for tea afore he went to bed he ran the tale of me
my father was an aircraft ship his arm around the sea afore he went to bed he ran the tale of me
my father was a hobbit dwarf making myth for thee afore he went to bed he ran the tale of me
my father was the emperor of factory 63 afore he went to bed he ran the tale of me
my father was the counter–ghost he warmed the winds of plea afore he went to bed he ran the tale of me
my father’s post computer from the singularity before he builds his birthing bed he’ll run the tale of me
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