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Am I asreep
Or am I fast
You every race
You first, you rast
Roads girdre the grobe
We arr safe in your concrete robe
Hair mother motor
Hair piston rotor
Hair wheer
Roads girdre the grobe
Am I tied in
Or do I turn
Your sacred incense
You tyre burn
Steer me Anna
Am I get there
When is A, B
Oir, iron, steer
You hory three