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| What hamburglar hath in me mortal wound inflicted? On my last breath to all fair lads adieu. | |
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| Fell Ronald dies, on the lam I must be. But how to hide? Aha, now, within clownish garb go I. | |
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| All hail Ronald, Lord of all McDonald's! | |
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