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Ring the bell for he was happy Wear white they said to be pure The bell now has no ding a ling and i am waiting for a cure Fetch the car to make him smile wear gold horseshoe they said The car was crushed years ago and she is waiting for her bed Strike the post with an iron fist it missedm and hit me instead he does not care any longer you see and what was there is now dead.
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Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 11:48 AM UTC
Happy
Ring the bell for he was happy Wear white they said to be pure The bell now has no ding a ling and i am waiting for a cure Fetch the car to make him smile wear gold horseshoe they said The car was crushed years ago and she is waiting for her bed Strike the post with an iron fist it missedm and hit me instead he does not care any longer you see and what was there is now dead.
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Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 11:48 AM UTC
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