Like brimstones straight
From the backroom of hell
Life will hurl its missiles
I shall STAND, still
...
To live
And savour happiness
What will it take?
For the dying to meet his Samaritan
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Gudu gudu gudu
Our treasury balls
Swings in his bloated belly
When he belches
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Shon-Sir!
Marooned enforcer of the republic
Roasting under the naked sun
At the flash of murinaira
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Ayan, o!
Skillful riddlesmith
On your singing gangan!
Drum it loud!
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