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he knew where the ducks went in the winter
South of crystal Dakota/ throughout the blessed ruins of N.Y. please consider the monumental weight of my touch we are here to bring down the/ government cocked guns smile/ lazily you will remember my name/ or else... be faced with the vengeful flock he was just a face in the crowd/ yes Mr. President five hollow point bullets shot point blank we feel much better now that the job is done
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