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| a big animal chewed my head a big animal chewed my head when i was asleep it stole my caravan and socks my head aches and my feet are cold my horse has nothing to pull no caravan to pull along the river road there are ghosts in the beehive and hairs on my meat oh dear what a dreadful day and it's only 6am i'm not young but i'm fretful distressed by these events and find no comfort no solace in leaves of any kind |  |
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