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I saw a Berkeley woman,  sittin in a rocking chair.  A dulcimer in her lap, feather in her hair.  Her breast swayed freely,  with the rhythm of the rockin chair.  She was sittin and strummin and playing.  Her cheeks were red I declare. I saw a Berkeley woman, sittin in a rocking chair. A dulcimer in her lap, feather in her hair. Her breast swayed freely, with the rhythm of the rockin chair. She was sittin and strummin and playing. Her cheeks were red I declare.
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