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| Llama with your fur so soft And your head so proud aloft, Ears attuned to every sound Of the tourists all around, Grazing midst the walls of old, Bearing bravely heat or cold! As you chew your cud with care, Oscillating teeth you bare, You know you're a noble race, Well adapted to this place. Inca lords have come and gone, Yet the llama lingers on. | ||
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