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To tell his stories once a year.
See Bobus S**th eternal planning,
To charm us second-hand with C*****g.
No flutterer in the crowd of Blues,
I neither kiss their lips nor shoes.
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To tell his stories once a year.
See Bobus S**th eternal planning,
To charm us second-hand with C*****g.
No flutterer in the crowd of Blues,
I neither kiss their lips nor shoes.