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New Year’s Eve

New Year’s Eve     The old gravedigger is dying: Let’s be merry by his bed! He who laid to rest so many Is the next to join the dead. Come on, boys! Let’s toast the nation’s Eight hundred fifty years of yore, There’s no day that I don’t miss ’em, But only fools would […]

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