Match-makers!
Five golden rats;
You buried your mother today in the land of your mse,
And like the sound of your cry when i heard the news of her death.
12th March 2011,
Bow, vow, cow, mow, now, tow, how, low, row, sow, wow, yow;
And like the spears and the arrows of our lives!
But your mother had left us to a land far beyond the flesh,
So dry up the tears from your eyes!

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