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It could be,
A black mamba come to kill me. It could be A quarter stallion Come to take me away. And I would be king for a day. You see we are so divided For me it could be a black mamba come to kill me. But for him it could be his quarter stallion Come to take him away And he would be king for a day. And you see this notion Filled with such emotion And philosophies commotion. You see we are so divided. Just let go and let that be, A black mamba come to kill me. Just let go and see it through A black mamba come to kill you. If it be a black mamba come to kill me Let it be I say. For truly peace and tranquility dwell with there. No not the aftermath of the mamba But the ability to let it be so if it were so.
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