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The Phantom 419

The phantom 419,
The phantom 419,
Is anything but benign.
It pounds through the early morning mist,
Like a powerful ten ton fist.
The phantom 419.

The phantom 419,
Always runs to time,
It passes empty and rarely stops,
Passed the closed and empty shops,
The phantom 419.

The phantom 419,
Is it a shadow or is it real,
Is it a friend or is it a foe.
Is at a ghost,
Or a dream at most,
The phantom 419.

The phantom 419,
Where does it go?
How can we know?
Where does it depart?
Where does it start?
The phantom 419.

The phantom 419,
Does streamline run again,
Out of badgers company den.
A bus maybe from the past,
A crash that maybe happened fast,
The phantom 419.

The phantom 419,
The phantom 419,
Its anything but benign,
The phantom 419.

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