Only showed him reduction
There was a modish light
Blackened and it broke
This isn't the plan he made
„Nonsense“, he said
Those were perhaps
So it began
They had invented some of the
machines
As the bitter will be dark
They won't be slain
Hardships before
They looked west
And there was nothing
„Nonsense“, you said
Those were perhaps
So began
He will take a gift
Well, 'er he thought
And some threw themselves
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