am I drinking from the fountain of youth explains the bitter sweet nectar of life twas in a cage of old mold but bold was I don't cry said mark for time has flown to the old man die twas blind twas very blind but yet courageously he smote the number of four pouring Rath as he grins with his green teeth and his marble eyes became as steel that glair as the Sunkist the eyes and the screaming started to poor oh Rath Rath with words he cursed his fellow man
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