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Woe the one who caught the cold

And wears the red-nosed reindeer nose

And breathes a yellow throat

You become the sidewalk

The the rain drips on

That hte crowds all congregate round

The world is a war

Turning him into a ghost town mind

As I peer down the empty road

Street light stares at me

With bright eyes in mine

The vacant night road

Oh, woe your ritten throat

That has to move over

And make room for the disease

That decieded to move in

Without permission

I caught more shade

That fell and splashed on the grass

When I shook the tree

So I won't shiver from the sun

That grinds into my child head

Oh, woe the sunset bruise

That swells so thick

Like tangerines

To ruin your smooth breath

And make your yellowed throat drip

The world is your war

That seems to always win

And shove your naughty nose

In the corner for a punishment

You may have won the day

But you shan't win the war

Illness is so buzzing

To the beehive underneath your breast

That beats a steady beat

And mix disasterous your yellow drip

That stains the walls that hold it in

Oh, woe the tired heart

That the flue has tired down and yellowed in

Woe the weary toes that still battle the day

Along the sun-beached sidewalk way.