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A long time ago,
no one's sure but they say,
at the bend of the river,
near Clingerton Bay,
Amidst the white foam
of the swirlisious flow,
once clung to the rocks
way down deep far below,
Where only small urchins
and seaweed could grow,
was a village of Clingers
and most people know...
If you look deep enough
you can still see today,
the rocks where the Clingers
clung day after day.
They say that the Clingers
would watch all the fish
swimming by and to fly
was their most cherished wish.
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