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Bird Andrew Nuthinduan Waltz

I'm just an old yout, with a cane made of root And a dog with a nasal disease I sit when it's breezing, my dogs always sneezing I swear it's the voice

I'm just an old yout, with a cane made of root And a dog with a nasal disease I sit when it's breezing, my dogs always sneezing I swear it's the voice