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Like the red sea The grass parts Making way For humble royalty Cursed to slither No room for pride She travels through the grass Never faltering in stride Robes of emerald Eyes of coal A little garden snake Returns to her hole |
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Like the red sea The grass parts Making way For humble royalty Cursed to slither No room for pride She travels through the grass Never faltering in stride Robes of emerald Eyes of coal A little garden snake Returns to her hole |