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| o/ There lived a certain man in Russia long ago; he was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow o/ | |
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| o/ Most people looked at him with terror and with fear, but to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear o/ | |
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| o/ He could preach the bible like a preacher, full of ecstacy and fire o/ | |
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| o/ but he also was the kind of teacher women would desire o/ | |
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| o/ Boris Nikolayevich Yeltsin is a son ovva bitch. There is a cat that really was gone. o/ | |
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| Man, this sucks. I wish I really was gone. | |
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