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    arrivederci i'm cutting my hair
    tell fish and tracy the weathers fair
    been eleven hours were on a dare
    arrivederci to my old chair
    i've been told that the old who bargain and save
    they get sold
    for the gold
    on the little kings grave
    so goodbye to screamers
    and goodnight irene
    a salty whisker won't hurt anything
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