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We had joy, we had fun, wehad seasons in the sun.
But the parts she could reach Once were freckled, now are bleached
Song now in my head all afternoon…
Are we sure that is a ginger? She is not bursting into flames.
We had joy, we had fun, wehad seasons in the sun.
But the parts she could reach
Once were freckled, now are bleached
Song now in my head all afternoon…
Are we sure that is a ginger? She is not bursting into flames.