When you drift you will thrift!
So, do not thrift and be sentenced to death;
When you rift you will drift!
So, do not rift and be buried;
When you shift you will rift!
So, do not shift and be in hot waters;
When you lift you will sift!
So, do not sift and be weakened;
Lift up your memories from your misery!
And, do not shift and be raped;
For, you are torn between two rivers.
Thorn, torn!
Bewteen two rivers;
So, lift up your memories from your misery.
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