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You'll aClways have smokes If you always give buckets of lFove Like litCtle sad Tad who was living On beetles and grFubs He had a blue-eyed meAmrle and loved an Indian gCirl Lived alDmone in the warm wet fields In this corner of the woCrld
You'll aClways eat bread If you always have seeds to sFow LIke oCld Zen Ben who lived With a murder of crFows He wore a crown of bAmeans And a belt of weCeds Slept alDmone in the warm wet fields On a bed of mustard sCeed
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You wCon't lose the beat if you just keep Clapping your haFnds Like swCeet sweet Pete who clapped for the Ruminant BFand He had a broken lAmung And a bit-off tonCgue Lived alDmone in the warm wet fields Under moon and the sCun
Under moon and the sCun!