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　　　　 Up rose Phoebus from the west　 Men hummed prayers, the night be blessed　 Burns from hot summer days smashed in faces　 Children gather around some warm cozy fireplaces　　　 Air self-ignites at -30 degrees　 　 Sweet looking dandelions grew in trees　 Antisocialists sang the national anthem and belly danced　 Terrorists held hands, exchanged peaceful glances　　　 You are no more than a passing pedestrian　　 　 As a swift horse to an equestrian　 This is a world that spins your head jelly soft　 With a gentle blow, it comes off!　　　 No panics, no fidgets　 Live your age up to a third digit　 When you look back, once and for all　 This mess is nothing but an ugly pratfall