.Heavens above, I've seen this before,
but no medicine I choose to use,
can cure this disease I abhor.
And excuse me please, I need some air.
And some relief from these cackling foos,
And this sticky affair.
Heavens above, we're all going to die.
Scientists predict an inevita.
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