L 2,
L 25;
Like the muse of a rainbow appearing in the west;
Stall, tall, all!
Finding my way home with the peace of my mind;
but, one day, the truth will come out of the box.
Was, wasp!
Of the sting;
for, it was from the wasp! !
As i walked along the bush.
Lousika, ask, as, is, Louis, so, Louisa!
Telling my story to a friend of mine called Lousika;
For, i saw the rainbow today at the west.
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