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Nursery Rhymes
Lost Lost Lost
Timothy Rose, Right down to his nose
One day got lost in his hat, hat, hat.
And I suppose 'T would have reached to his toes,
If his cheeks were not so fat, fat, fat.
And nobody knows Where Timothy goes,
Since the day he got lost like that, that, that.
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