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Just like a brain dog,
I cast her behind the shoulder,
no rather put her back.
I'm fishing for in the clouds,
I'm fast as a hog.
There's no reason,
to ask that for reason.
You want the leaves down,
I'll feed like a yowl.
Sir!
Sir!
Sir!
Sir!
You ride on a winter roll,
with the blessing of the Apesong.
Command, we are slain, die!
Not for this, I'm stressed.
There's some good, joining the storm,
and no chance for the boar to fetch.
Please, show yourselves to me,
to deny my wrath and grief.
There's no reason,
to ask that for reason.
You want the leaves down,
I'll feed like a yowl.
Sir! Sir!
Sir!
Sir!
Sir! Sir! Sir! Sir!
There's no reason to attack for reason.
To what that leads, sir,
I'm behind you!
No!
No!
No!
No!