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Cor!

I love every hair upon your head Although you've hardly any left Fred Oh, those silver strands I stroked with my hands Are appearing all over the bed. I’m peeved that you complain Eleanor I am hearing from you when you snore And you talk in sleep To a guy named Pete But admit I award it a Cor!

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