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as well be the lamb
and get up the morning
and run to the clearing,
and sing to myself: Be Be Be
, dumplings bring me
Be Be Be, dumplings carry me.
so nice to be the lamb
Newspaper or beret on his snout
I already give him children cease fear
Paskundy Cellist
Remember jakes pastured goose in the park
And how you diverged after Lidzbark
And how am
came back the same, picking
Take me Guitar
/ / upd
I do not need to be happy,
neither bread nor Olympic
in Spala drank, slept in a pile
