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There was a blue creature called a smurf. His tiny mushroom home was his turf. One day, he picked up berries, And he's guided by fairies. He was itching because he had scurf.
I'm not sure how it happened,Not for sure at all.I just know we got here,Still standing through it all. He believes in me,No matter what goes on.His smile is all I need;It keeps me standing strong.
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