Une Chanson

Yeah yeah, microphone check, 1, 2, 3...
In the place to be
It is I, the R-K-A-D-E
Dropping poems on your telephone
And it goes a little like this:

The tears of a clown make the whole world laugh; hee hee

And on that note, man, just give me a call, alright?
Peace

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