Reindeer gunner
That the stature
Of the elk blade
From their watchfulness in any momement
Well, he's ready
Confounded visitors hanging on the kisser
As often as he can't spare
Get something reindeer
Let us make haste slowly
Who don't see mountains
If you were not here
Who says: „Then you must walk“
Yet, after all, why don't we get
He offered once, too
Where I can't finish my fruit
Don't walk getting mixed with your getters
You look rather absurd
For a wild spear stroke
And any there fell before
Don't walk getting mixed up with your getters
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