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Lone Ranger

Kemosabe, me hear you dead.
Man say you old.

You no ride big white stallion.
You no wear mask.

Man see you now, only man.
See you not be ghost.

Kemosabe, me remember.
You not be lost.

DeathSuzi PeelJuly 1, 2015
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