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So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand on the edge of the sand They danced by the light of the moon, The moon, The moon, They danced by the light of the moon. |
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