This must be flood and landslide
So terrible with the ground gone
I can't stand for the sight of gore
Mom please be the mount for me
And mourning when I do mount
Move the legs away let us go
Suppose I have you piggybacked
I can't do the same for your pop
Plain truth! Guileless truth!
You are past tadpole
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