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Dec 2016
Fi, Fu, Fo, Fum
We may look of some of ****
We be giant
We be strong,
And for that fear is of hold

Did you hear the story of Erick,
With Jack uphold up to terror
We have fall to those of parish
But we still ****** of English herds.

For those who think, Jack was the end
Your wrong see
Just a new leader will need.

We may fall
And we may rise
But to say to English
Hope is as gone.

For we giants
And you are small
For we well crush you with our big palm.

One more traitor is all we need,
To wear the crown of some of Erick.

The crown our king,
For we show bow.

Fi, Fu, Fo, Fum
We want the taste of English ****.
Aaliyah Montaque
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Aaliyah Montaque  somewhere I want to leave
(somewhere I want to leave)   
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