riding a strong
drive to Hong Kong
way is very long
balls beat the gong
cobra rides
cactus bites
I look all sides
sad nights
I go to a cobra. the wind plays a flying hair
with me the god Raa he craves my repair
the brakes are not working gas pushed in a floor
and in the new world of Lucy opened door
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