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| all the pretty pretty chickens all the pretty pretty chickens sleeping in the pond who will take them to venezuela now that maxine's gone maxine said that she was leaving she left sullenly but lit a fire on a flower-strewn hillside as a farewell to me in the forests in the city i will walk alone i have my pain i have my footprints my heart is out on loan all the pretty pretty chickens sleeping in the pond who will take them to venezuela now that maxine's gone |
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