.Ronny there sucks the sun up
Fires the sugar-gun
Yeah, his random needs are something
Understand: He is not as we are
Made of salt, in the shape of birds, how he shimmers
There he sits by the waterline
Cement and jewels and his crimson robes of splendor>Days have passed without .
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