IN the pretty Baltimore, On its pretty trees, Everywhere and near the The pretty parks, You see the pretty Baltimore Orioles flying or sitting on the pretty trees. They keep singing and wonderfully You listen to their pretty voices. It's like you listen To a pretty singer all the time. These are the Baltimore Orioles With all their beauty and the Beauty of their lovely voices.
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