my shadow is lurking on my toes
when i went to office to see boss
they said he went to quick lunch
i have nice chat with the bunch
i have to go back to metal house
to make certain okay is a must
today i will be there with my friend
to listen for wisdom or to be train
merchant are selling us their ware
it's said to be true best in controlling
i've meet them before a decade early
when i was plying coldness of north sea
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