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What Picasso's hand once grafted
Belongs on our naked wall
Let's heard, said, done
Yes, I have a plan
We need brains, a head, yarn
A bottle of beer, three sheets of paper
We have courage, ideas under our hats
Stealing art is in our blood
No one knows what's happening tonight
No one knows and they saw what it was
From dust, what a masterpiece
Art theft, art theft, no one knows this advice
A number on each lock
The fool watcher could sometime
Grinning pile up for the gang
By candlelight the fat loot
What was closed behind iron doors
Will be enjoyed without a ticket
We rake the gold and gemstones
Thanks to freethinking in gentle rhymes
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