Musicbanter once was gay
In a figurative sense (before adidasss)
Its members would sit and play
In expansive fields
Wrought from daisys and clovers
Surrounding themselves with dwindling thoughts
Idle memories intriguing them yet resisting any real progress
In life, music, or political awareness
Then one day Oojay came and destroyed our meadow
The end.
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A mi no me importa nada
Para mi la vida es un sueño
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