The heavens resound with the thankfulness that does exist within myself for this wish for the maximum fulfillment of the GLorious Spirit of the day of mine own birth be realized within every waking moment of this remembered day! This thanking is made manifest within the realms of mortals with the joyous and exuberant undulations of varying air pressures that do exit from the lungs and throat!
2nd verse?: " My hands are made of some bread - very fine rye... And within them I might put my cheese face today... And after my hands have waved their last goodbye... Take the lot thats left and cast me far away "
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don't eat your whole face?
have a good day?
wooooo!
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My hands are made of some bread - very fine rye...
And within them I might put my cheese face today...
And after my hands have waved their last goodbye...
Take the lot thats left and cast me far away
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use at your own risk(they ask for password and username)...seems to work...formatting is crappy, but all critical text is preserved
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