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Oranje Eye-earn
Oh, knuckle down
And grab the iron
While it's hot and dangerous
Throbbing painfully
Strike the iron with your hammer
Make a new making
Create a new creature
The iron knocks doors down
Yells your opportunity
Deep inside your ear
Tis way too hot for my tongue's taste
I'm as pale as the moon
I burn as easy as ever
The iron branded the perfect tan
'Neath my coat where I stand
The iron hissed and exhaled steam
To smooth out every hill
That wrinkles up under all the gardens
That woke up to smell the roses
That stretched to shave mostache of pollen
