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𝔐𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 ℑ𝔫 𝔞 𝔟𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔩, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔐𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩
Hey you! Yes you! The one with the rhinestone eyes. Take me on your magic rocket-ship and fly me off to Mars. I know that's where you're from.
'H' or 'H'  I just can't tell The click and clack Won't serve me well I hear it come It comes so near Across the track I sit in fear
    If she had lived,
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