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There was a happy land,
far, far, away,
pink castle there did stand,
of ballons made

It squaked and bent walked on,
towers toppled,
It had a pit glued on,
by fun balls filled

One day a message came,
from next country,
to happy land kings name,
addresed bluntly

King tried to open soon,
with trusty knife,
It fell, ballons went boom
everyone died