The crocodiles
The minds still in the cave
Believing they have a cause
It has been done and conquered
The crocodiles should return
The swamp which serves them well
As the predators gliding in the water
Cool as the silent wind
While on land
They only spin bad vibrations
As they can't walk straight
They can't see they are wrong
The crocodiles
No ideas on input
They only want to swallow
As much as they can find
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