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When I was young,
my future seemed clear.
Daddy lived for whisky,
and mamma lived in fear.
But when he passed away,
I heard my mamma say:
"Where do we go now, Mon Ami?"
my future seemed clear.
Daddy lived for whisky,
and mamma lived in fear.
But when he passed away,
I heard my mamma say:
"Where do we go now, Mon Ami?"
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