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The Washing on the Line
The washing on the line is mine, is mine;
The washing on the line, it dries, it dries.
My best friend down the road, he dies, he dies;
Our enemy of old, he lies, he lies.
The washing on the line, it sighs, it sighs.
The washing on the line is mine, is mine;
The washing on the line, it blows, it blows.
Desire for revenge, it grows, it grows;
The guilty man nearby, he cr...
Saturday 30th March 2024 8:20 am
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