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Though outstanding in your field,
Though in gallons pour out your yield, I must say adieu to you. From tongue to teat you're really sweet, But I must say adieu to you. I really think all things bovine couldn't be more devine. I must say adieu to you. They've filled you up with drugs and corn, so I must be MOOving on. And I must say adieu to you. Children love you. So do I. You go so good with cake and pie. But I must say a sad goodbye.
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