They walk in league,
They walk with me.
We sing and eat,
We deceive and flee.
We gather to conceive,
While we make merry.
To cherish this life,
The I am that I am;
Who is once like us
Yet, we choose the lies
To make this life
A site of memorable lies,
In midst of the Pope.
All around the round table,
Were kinds of greater talent.
Fully compressed in one idea,
We speak out aloud.
Ending every speech turning cards;
Fresh breath ideal fresh moment.
We ah the badmind set?
We laugh last at them betters.
When we drop dead!
Them no fit contest! .
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