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Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
I sleep by day, I fly by night. I have no feathers to aid my flight.
Slayer of regrets, old and new, sought by many, found by few.
I run around the city, but I never move.
Autumn leaves and bad bowlers wreak havoc on this
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