Happy is a family going up one by one
buffalo tread on thick medallions
It's a happiness to be born rick
It's happy to stay that way
On the way to work at Chantilly
She fell in love with a blueberry
Sister wore a blue gingham sweater
At work her daughter sat under the ground
That gain her in a spot
Back then work had a weight she could feel it
After the hours the father got a daughter
The morning she left
We drank a pitcher of expensive wine
Our ancestors had died and been died
And now everything was a neat and nice
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