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09-18-2005, 10:07 PM
I wouldn’t wanna be a chimney sweep All black from head to foot
From climbin’ in them chimneys And cleanin’ out that soot With a broom and ladder and pail
The darkened walls I’d scaleAnd far
And HighI see a patch of skyI rather be the gypsy
Who’s camped at the edge of town
The one who has the dancing bear
That follows him around
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