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By ๐๐๐ ๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ท๐ฌ๐ฎ ๐๐ณ๐ธ๐ด๐ช
We had to pass where no human being should venture,
It was the road to Panama that leads to Vahala,
The management of our Islands,
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.
Is like a commercial tomb,
Closed with the key of death to all Ojahs,
Except a favored few.
It was a bloody encounter;
Before the mother earth was stabbed.
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