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Used to be afraid.
Crowds were my nemesis.
In them now I hide.
On the river Styx
Satan skis, towed by a boat
****** at the wheel
In shallow water
Little fish nip at my toes
We bathe in the sun
Beach sand in my bathing suit
We have hot dogs on a bun
I have told a truth
Some tried very hard to quell
It was mine to tell
I wish you were mine
To someone else you belong
I'll still sing your song.
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