I don't want to die,
But I'm killing myself.
The tobacco must go,
But not the toke,
That's a healthy smoke,
And I'm thinking of my health.
My world and people
Are heaven on earth,
I'll exorcise the blue demon,
A matchless fiend,
By stamping on the curse.
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