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God made us in the same mold
It's a stroke of luck, we could have been chickens
He opted for the human race,
Endowed us with a pair of hands
Thank goodness! Because they serve us well
A pair of hands, each
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You're my pot brother
We're the same way cole
Even if we laugh about it
That you are leaving, it makes me crazy
The alchemy of God gave you
Blue eyes, it makes me stuck them together
It's because it's a matter of dough
Which mixes poorly and then fails
There was missing butter in the churn
Savate juice
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And God has made another mistake,
From you to me, not one of the two saves the other
Between the jug and the amnesiac,
From painting to music,
Drawing and melodic
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Fortunately, it's in the cooking
May God excel, we award him the cord
Circulating and ventilated heat,
On this occasion it was well regulated
While we would have been married,
The thermostat on friendship
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