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Carnival | ||
| Color flashing everywhere As the dancers keep the beat. Breasts are big and wet and bare As the girls all pound their feet. Rhythm rocks the human frame In a night of revelry. Nothing old will seem the same After all we've come to see. Carnival comes once a year, But the rhythm never dies. Things are not what they appear Mid the bright, ecstatic cries. | ||
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