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New Castle
As old as the waves
Running on her beach
Troop is racing troop
To deluge itself in her
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Her birds are chorus of poets
Warbling for a blast of wind
Feed them
They'll form a clique of joy
And start to sing
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Abla
My little bird
Surrounded by New Castle birds
I snatched her off them
Afraid
She would flee
And lose her all life long
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