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A dude with a chain, A girl named Jane, All those I bet you’ll find down the lane, Sparkling rain, Lion with no mane That instead you’ll find in Spain. A hurricane, A woman drunk on champagne, All those you could be told by the nearest Eurasian crane Gain with no pain, A side course with no main. These you will find in Spain. I hope it wasn’t in vain I hope you don't refrain From going all the way to Spain And remember to go with some fried plantain Otherwise, by the sword of Anticipation, you shall be slain.
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Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 7:30 AM UTC
On the Streets of Spain
A dude with a chain, A girl named Jane, All those I bet you’ll find down the lane, Sparkling rain, Lion with no mane That instead you’ll find in Spain. A hurricane, A woman drunk on champagne, All those you could be told by the nearest Eurasian crane Gain with no pain, A side course with no main. These you will find in Spain. I hope it wasn’t in vain I hope you don't refrain From going all the way to Spain And remember to go with some fried plantain Otherwise, by the sword of Anticipation, you shall be slain.
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Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 7:30 AM UTC
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