It's a bad day
Where the back door lay
The smell of the bad
It can't get away
No matter how it is sprayed
The words will carry no meaning
Because the aroma still smells bad
The road of the bad door
The important cases
Suddenly there were DNAA
Giving excuses of new developments
But nothing was explained
This is the bad wind
Blowing to sink to its low
The back door will realize
Goodbye will come to say
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