On number of occasion I was kissed by elders
There were cousin brothers and sisters
They will pick me and raise above ground
I was the only object for them to be found
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On number of occasion I was kissed by elders
There were cousin brothers and sisters
They will pick me and raise above ground
I was the only object for them to be found
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On number of occasion I was kissed by elders There were cousin brothers and sisters They will pick me and raise above ground I was the only object for them to be found