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The carpenters want a raise just to ***** the roof beams, for whom do they toll if not for their grapes of wrath, for me it's mutiny on the bounty, I'll see them all forty leagues under the sea, oh, the good earth, the rising sun, it's a leather stocking tale, Natty Bumppo, It's a wonder Alice, a pure wonder! Give me deliverance, from the common crowd that implores me to go tell it on the mountain, with the weather up there, i'd be gone with the wind as sure i'm a hand full of dust. a bride's maidenhead revisited, no, native sun, never let me go, for i am the power and the glory of the ragtime rabbit run.
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Jan 15, 2011
Jan 15, 2011 at 8:38 PM UTC
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The carpenters want a raise just to ***** the roof beams, for whom do they toll if not for their grapes of wrath, for me it's mutiny on the bounty, I'll see them all forty leagues under the sea, oh, the good earth, the rising sun, it's a leather stocking tale, Natty Bumppo, It's a wonder Alice, a pure wonder! Give me deliverance, from the common crowd that implores me to go tell it on the mountain, with the weather up there, i'd be gone with the wind as sure i'm a hand full of dust. a bride's maidenhead revisited, no, native sun, never let me go, for i am the power and the glory of the ragtime rabbit run.
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Jan 15, 2011
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