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Step away.
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Code yellow,
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the area is secured.
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Nay, this life all rot n' lockin' no smile a' some yawnee.
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In rear's time,
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I ever fest the secret of Sloosha's hallow.
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Adam, my bro' by law,
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n' his son n' me been trekkin' back from Honokaa Market.
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It was Adam's custom to cult out his ancestry
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with offerin's n' honorin's.
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Suddenwise,
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that fangy devil's eyes,