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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....

translated by Linh Dinh

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