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| Good heavens, we've got little Kevins, I count eleven million seventy seven. | |
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| What a fall, to have it all, be cloned and tall, and then be small. | |
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| I dare say, for Lady J, a steep price to pay, as bones she'll stay . | |
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| The judge and jury and lawyers and Jesus too, and I don't care that this doesn't rhyme, your mom was good last night. | |
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