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Eric Trump: My Dad Stops Wars on the Phone

Delusional family of legend-in-his-own-mind attempting to create mirage of new "golden age of Camelot":

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It's true! It's true! The crown has made it clear
The climate must be perfect all the year

A law was made a distant moon ago here:
July and August cannot be too hot
And there's a legal limit to the snow here
In Camelot

The winter is forbidden till December
And exits March the second on the dot
By order, summer lingers through September
In Camelot

I know it sounds a bit bizarre
But in Camelot, Camelot
That's how conditions are

The rain may never fall till after sundown
By eight, the morning fog must disappear
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot

I know it gives a person pause
But in Camelot, Camelot
Those are the legal laws
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