He lit up like a X-mass tree
After day when the heev-ho took place
He believed that would start to be free
He was wrong. It was can never be
For this end he got only grogged face
He lit up like a X-mass tree
Mr. Black
Took him soon in the arms
Mr. Black
Left her room for few times
He lit up like a store window. When
He tried talking to someone, no one answer him
That’s why the grogged man
Smiled for mojo again and again
He tried walking but started to run
He lit up like a Broadway again
Mr. Black
Took him soon in the arms
Mr. Black
Left her room for few times
Mr. Black
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