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| Search'd ye wide, my southern shores, search'd & found gnarled tufted corn... | |
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| "Love me still?", I then did ask, pausing brief from upturned flask...unabashed, you did reply..."Now until the day I die." | |
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| papasan papasan get ya on the papasan at your door with a hole in a pipin' papa johns | |
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