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How can I laugh or cry |
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When my mind is sorely torn? |
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Badabec had to die |
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Fair Pantagruel is born |
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Shall I weep, yes, for why? |
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Then laugh and show my scorn |
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Born with a strength untold |
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Foreseen to have great age |
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Set in Gargantuan mould |
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Joyful laugh, yet quick to rage |
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Princely wisdom, habits bold |
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Power, glory, lauded sage |
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Pantagruel born, the earth was dry and burning |
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In Paradise dear Badabec prays for him |
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Pantagruel born, the earth was dry and burning |
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In Paradise dear Badabec prays for him |
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Pantagruel born, the earth was dry and burning |
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In Paradise dear Badabec prays for him |
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How can I laugh or cry |
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When my mind is sorely torn? |
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Badabec had to die |
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Fair Pantagruel is born |
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Shall I weep, yes, for why? |
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Then laugh and show my scorn |
