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The messenger of apps that runs The contact lists that is found The 48 that runs The tree that creates the crowns The spring water flows and absorbed by sound The roots in the ground The circle that is round 1331 inbound The cycle that is spellbound The capacitor from china town The power from the underground The vampire from the battle ground Yellowish maybe brown? This is like merry-go-round This is the talk of the town With the hole in the ground Only a few wins and move to the next round The cycle of life laying down The eyes from the Optical Crown
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Guyana
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Jun 20, 2020
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