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My mission to get songs from the Sound Of Music stuck in everyone's head at work seems to be working...
Speaking of which, I have to work early tommorrow, so..
There's a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall
And the bells in the steeple too
And up in the nursery an absurd little bird
Is popping out to say "cuckoo"
Regretfully they tell us Cuckoo, cuckoo
But firmly they compel us Cuckoo, cuckoo
To say goodbye
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye |
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