Rats

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In return, the rats bring a gift
In return of the song
As a gift, the rats bring joy
For the gift of the song

In a land, not too far
In a land the rats are born
As a home, the rats birth joy
For a home of the singer

Joyed and joyful, the rats recite the song
The song of the singer
As a song, the rats sing along
Singing along to the singer's song

In the late year, the snow falls near
In the late of a bad year
The singer sings a song, the rats follow along
As a gift, the rats are his rift

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