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There's an old town wrought with mystery of
Tom The Poet and his Muse
And the magic lake which gave a life
To the words the Poet used

Now the Muse,

on the swing

His face seems friendly but also kind of sick
And, ta-da
He makes their sorrows shortly disappear
By performing a magic trick

Oh, children

Half past nine
I send you a text, soon as that sun dropped
Kill my headlights
Pull up, pick you up out by the mailbox
You'd lay the seat back