Hey! Please you cease
Loose my existence by your tresspasser grisly tune.
Your incessant gossip eliminates my caliber
And thus being your victim.
You cast me into the inert-sea.
Hey! Please you cease.
Tonight all troops died, and toad been your mate
So the dyad entertaining in the endurable nature,
And seems guest-of-sky laughing and handcliping.
Once Gokulas heard you and lost haven.
But you're the angel of farmers.
You're the felicitous bell to the plant.
You're the funeral song to tiny existence.
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