saw.
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Let's get out of here and glide on slides, into the clouds.
I have my kite, and you have your pizzazz.
(Now, I know the difference.)
Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her; If you can bounce high, bounce for her too, Till she cry “Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, I must have you!” THOMAS PARKE D’INVILLIERS.
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