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I was a greedy popper I whistle shrill as glass

And when the call was over I found

My place was last

I put my best foot forward you could not see the seams

Into the ever endless this is

My ruined theme

Don't stop me I'm a mover I am

The setting sun

Down in your field of clover I am

The lucky one

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For wood was overflowin' all ahead

The speed and the sound

I was [?] and I overstepped my bounds

I was a greedy popper I struck

A faster pace

And when my fall was over I was

My own disgrace

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