In nineteen forty seven,
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July seventh, at night
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A shooting star was seen,
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It was crossing the skyies
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It seemed was too low
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Scarying peaceful lives
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A sound was heard like a thunder
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And The floor shaked and trembled.
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In the next day, in the morning
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Airforce issued a note
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The news stamped right in front,
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Was captured a? flying saucer
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Later, the story was turned
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The air force dissimulated,
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Denied at all costs,
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What was said before,
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Roswell ? was mith or real?
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Dream or reality?
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A coverup was done
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Roswell ? a alien crash site
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They Said it was a wheter baloon,
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And mounted a coverup.
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Many? people testified,
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That there was, some kind a crash,
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They said about dead bodies,
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But bodies not from humans.
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Short, big headed beings,
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With great eyes, and gray skin
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They said one has survived
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An Alien being from unknown
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It was keep underground,
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At a place called Area fifty one...
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Were this a coverup?
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Secret weapons test site?
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Were nazi disks re-made?
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Or just was a silly nonsense.
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Roswell ? was mith or real?
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Dream or reality?
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A coverup was done
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Roswell ? a alien crash site
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Roswell
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Skull And Bones |