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Ameame furefure kaasan ga jyanome de omukahi uresiina.
*picchpicch chappchapp ranranran.I'll hang my bags from my shoulder. I walk slowly following my mother The bell is ringing. That boy gets wet through. He is crying like a willow tree Mother, I want to lend him my umbrella. This umbrella is for you. Don't worry about me, I'll go home walk with my mother's big umbrella. |
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@ Copyright 1998 Robb Seminar Class at K.S.U. All Rights Reserved. |
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