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fig.67) Green, or the deeply naval tradition of passing to the left

If you're happy and you know it, is a repetitive children's song created by Dr Alfred B Smith. It bears a passing similarity to, Molodejnaya which appears in the popular 1938 film, Volga-Volga. This film's title is derived from the song, Stenka Razin which Director, Grigori Aleksandrov once sang with Charles Chaplin while rowing in San Francisco Bay.

Pulling the staples out, moving the ghost of the old world up one more notch, here's the page. The 50 years we've had to make our monkey work. But we became scientists and it's all over now. While we were watching and learning until we were as high as hell, we ate everything along that horizon. Now the lumbers gone and so's our pie. There's only chalk and dust to fill the air with. Goodbye limits, our host is out of hugs. Goodbye triangle, goodbye green and the gold of this land, auf wiedersehen.
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