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--- H O A N G D A T H I Mother's two breasts are two bells I touch them They go: Kreng, kreng, kreng.... I borrow the breast bells I go sell ice cream Whoever hears the breast bell sounds has to buy Breast ice cream is very sweet Kreng, kreng, kreng.... |
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