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Carnival Song

June 24th, 2010

Let our drunken rituals

Remember all

Byzantine accuracies

In a detailed demotic

Derived from family battles

Where little understanding

Yields no common ground,

And all you get to sing about

Are Willow Trees...

Willow Trees...

Willow Trees...



As people pass

Illumining the pavement

With motor-scooter sparks

Saddled in...

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