The crusty old bike
Sat there every night
He is moldy and very lonely
He was very shy so he flew a kite in the sky
and was never lonely again.
The crusty old bike
Sat there every night
He is moldy and very lonely
He was very shy so he flew a kite in the sky
and was never lonely again.
You are as beautiful as a crystal star
pistol bullets are as loud as a car
the car bowed as if it was the queen
but their friend was very meen
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