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I woke up one day, on a distant shore,
The sunrise bloomed, a nice day to adore,
A white flag was flapping in the wind and never tore,
Who would have guessed such calmness could occur.
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Two lumps of lard struggled each other,
And as one chick gave way to the other,
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אני אוהב יותר
לקרוא את
הסלוגנים בצבע
הבהיר, כי אני
לא אוהב כתום
כהה... |
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