An old man sneezed The wind blew it away For it was jolly and gay It wound its way Up and down on that day With the buildings keeping it at bay Tall And small But not short at all In the city that we call Out loud Out proud Out bowed Out wowed By things Maybe an old can Old bar Or even an old new.
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