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Makers gathered in their masses, Just like brewers at black masses. Clever minds dont plot destruction, Sorcerers of ciders construction. In the tank the ciders churning, As B. Nektar keeps on turning. Black Currant Cider for mankind, Enlivening their thirsty mindsOh lord yeah! Now in darkness, cider stops churning, Currants in and all are yearning. Now Death Unicorn has the power, Thirsty minds want to devour. Day of packaging, no more storing, Through the tap Death Unicorn pouring. Its delicious, all have sworn, Death Unicorn, laughing, raised his hornOh lord, yeah!
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