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It was all empty
Then they saw a space
This was what they thought was a good place
They needed to pick up the pace
Looking up it seemed great
They decided to send a mate
Didn't know his face
But he could get to it at any rate
Heard some calls
Started to make some scrawls
Trying to avoid any falls
Now all you see is painted walls
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