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I Can'T Count Dracula, There Isn'T Any Numbers

It's not just One I won't suggest Two I'm sure it's more than Three or Four But I'm telling lies if I claim it's Five In complete surprise Ill skip out Six Does the Severn flow through Devon Cos I'm meeting a mate there at Eight But it's now gone Nine and I'm off home again when it gets to Ten.

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