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When my wife died I was happy When my wife died I was glad I buried her beneath the fir Behind the cabbage patch Walking through gardens Walking up the

When my wife died I was happy When my wife died I was glad I buried her beneath the fir Behind the cabbage patch Walking through gardens Walking up the

When my wife died I was happy When my wife died I was glad I buried her beneath the fir Behind the cabbage patch Walking through gardens Walking up the