The people laugh through the cabin
Their footsteps fear provoking
Everyone would cry and be angry
I love the black thing
We would cook together
and even observe when no one was near
But a monsoon came
Everyone was enraged
Until it yielded a axe
It wore a jumper
Everyone around obtained their key
The day came to an end
It was sad and hot day
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