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AbbastufurPappy lad,tie my morning lace be my trustful candle in boiled liver be my stamina in children's birthday parties and when everything falls apart in sorrow Stroke the wind softly on its cheak Pappy lad, promise to digest me when I have been eaten and chewed promise to treat the lame, the crippled and the unfortunate warmly should I be reincarnated Stroke the wind softly on its cheak stroke the wind softly on its cheak stroke the wind softly on its cheak stroke the wind softly on its cheak just to be safe |