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Mr Shaman

 

They way that vapor rises from a crystal bassoon,

Twirling like the tongue of a dragon,

Thats right Mr,

Mr Shaman that is,

With fractal glasses,

And led gloves- discontent with

Laboratory substances,

When nature provides everything,

Mr shaman needs,

To Chanel that spirit,

pure spirit can flammable, 

no exceptions,

Mr shaman

 



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