This Old Town
Give me a place to shine, a place to grow where the water is fine. I hail from a old town where the most fortunate people wear a frown but upside down. I asked the unfortunate man what made him smile, and what gave his eyes the twinkle of a small child. He told me he was blessed and highly favored and that the dirtiest water in this old town was a flavor for him to savor. So finally I asked the fortunat man what made him tick, he said the thought of getting out of this old town because it makes me sick.
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