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| From rolling over Beethoven to rolling over Bach, Now I roll over an octopus' garden, career in hock. | |
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| Never more heard, Never more seen, Nothing but me and my submarine, pockets emptied, save for the holes, God bless our pitiful rubber souls. | |
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