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Where are the cool ponds,

Far away from the merechines,

But very close alonds,

Of a world so  clean.



Where blondes disappeaer,

In the foggy mist,

Where u-i heeaer, i hear,

Nothing more amor the list.



My mothers knows more,

I know nothing; amor amor,

Beauty spoilt partners next door,

Do for the work and my the chore.



Brew by chujane another,

Gift and game,

I demise the brother,

In all the same.



But empty hunger calls back,

To the desk and social sight,

Of a soldier['s relax,

And a preferred good sight.



(c)R.H.Elliott 2004