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¤ I went down to the St. James Infirmary
I saw my baby there,
Streched out on a cold white table,
So sweet, so cold, so fair
¤ So Let her go, let her go, God bless her;
Wherever she may be
She may search this wide world over
but she’ll never find a sweet man like me.
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– les cadavres, c’est quoi? – c’est les corps, quand ils sont morts. – ah oui, je sais je sais.
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