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The arrival of a destiny
pierced from the dreams of a paradise
My new friend of happiness
Smeared from the fruit of peppiness
That hand two round legs
Which rolled me to the streets of town heggs
He was red in colour
Dipped with the cranberry odour
That turned the faces
Towards those elegant bell he plays
With those legs we rolled
Through the hills so cold
To reach the tip above
Where we waited for the rainbow
Until the smoggy eve
Where I saw if for last so cleave
Which was stolen far away
Beyond the nights so gay
I still wander in the street
Watching the kids so bright,
Lost in the memory of the odour.
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