Answer
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The
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name
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of
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this
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song
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is
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the
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Wildwood
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Flower
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Now
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the
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Wildwood
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Flower
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is
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an
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old
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country
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classic
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It's
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gained
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a
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whole
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new
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popularity
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The
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song
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isn't
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any
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more
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popular
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But
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the
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flower
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is
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doin
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real
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good
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The
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wildwood
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flower
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grew
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wild
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on
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the
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farm
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And
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we
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Answer
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never
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knowed
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what
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it
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was
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called
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Some
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said
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it
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was
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a
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flower
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and
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some
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said
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it
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was
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a
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weed
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I
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didn't
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give
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it
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much
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thought
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One
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day
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I
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was
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out
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there
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talking
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to
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my
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brother
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And
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I
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reached
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down
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for
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a
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weed
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to
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chew
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on
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Things
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Answer
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got
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fuzzy
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and
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things
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got
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blurry
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And
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then
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everything
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was
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gone
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Didn't
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know
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what
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happened
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But
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I
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knew
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it
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beat
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hell
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out
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of
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sniffin
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burlap
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I
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come
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to
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and
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my
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brother
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was
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there
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And
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he
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said
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What's
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wrong
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with
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your
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eyes
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And
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I
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said
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I
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don't
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Answer
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know
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I
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was
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chewing
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on
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a
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weed
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He
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said
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Let
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me
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give
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it
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a
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try
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We
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spent
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the
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rest
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of
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that
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day
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and
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most
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of
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that
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night
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Trying
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to
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find
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my
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brother
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Bill
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Caught
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up
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with
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him
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bout
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six
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o
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clock
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the
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next
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morning
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Naked
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singing
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Answer
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on
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the
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windmill
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He
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said
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he
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flew
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up
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there
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I
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had
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to
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fly
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up
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there
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and
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bring
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him
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down
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He
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was
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about
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half
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crazy
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The
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very
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next
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day
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we
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picked
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a
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bunch
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of
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them
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weeds
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And
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put
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em
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in
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the
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sun
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to
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dry
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Then
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we
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mashed
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Answer
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em
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up
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and
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chopped
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em
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up
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And
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put
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em
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in
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the
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corn
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cob
|
pipe
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Smokin
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that
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wildwood
|
flower
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got
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to
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be
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a
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habit
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We
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didn't
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see
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no
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harm
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We
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thought
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it
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was
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kind
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of
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handy
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Take
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a
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trip
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and
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never
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leave
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the
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farm
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Big
|
ol
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puff
|
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Answer
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of
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that
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wildwood
|
weed
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next
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thing
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you
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know
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You're
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just
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wandering
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around
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behind
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the
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little
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animals
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All
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good
|
things
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gotta
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come
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to
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an
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end
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And
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it's
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the
|
same
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with
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the
|
wildwood
|
weed
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One
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day
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this
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feller
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from
|
Washington
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came
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by
|
And
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he
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spied
|
it
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and
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turned
|
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Answer
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white
|
as
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a
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sheet
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Then
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they
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dug
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and
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they
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burned
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And
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they
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burned
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and
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they
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dug
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And
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they
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killed
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all
|
our
|
cute
|
little
|
weeds
|
Then
|
they
|
drove
|
away
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We
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just
|
smiled
|
and
|
waved
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Sittin
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there
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on
|
that
|
sack
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of
|
seeds
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Y'all
|
come
|
back
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now
|
ya
|
here
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