There once was a little blue Marshmallow named Bob
Who really liked working the sod
He'd work hard everyday
For farming was his way
He also liked corn on this cob
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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