In the year nine, Instead of shine., No lemon brine... In the year nine, Instead of shine., No lemon brine...
As fast as you can count till ten. As fast as you can count till ten.
Ten hungry diners. Ten hungry diners.
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You learned it all, you are smarter than a red hen. You learned it all, you are smarter than a red hen.
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