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monkeys
They can see the light
though the frosted glass
they can smell
the strangeness
of these twisted bars
they can hear you whisper
the things
that you will do
to these poor souls
who dont have a clue
though the frosted glass
they can smell
the strangeness
of these twisted bars
they can hear you whisper
the things
that you will do
to these poor souls
who dont have a clue
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