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On the first day of Christmas my true love sent- a Dear John letter to me.
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| On the first day of Christmas, My true love sent A Dear John Letter to me. On the second day of Christmas, My true love sent to me Two bombs a bursting, And a Dear John Letter to me. On the third day of Christmas, My true love sent to me Three mortars landing, Two bombs a bursting, And a Dear John Letter to me. On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Four snipers sniping, Three mortars landing, Two bombs a bursting, And a Dear John Letter to me. On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Five squads attacking, Four snipers sniping, Three mortars landing, Two bombs a bursting, And a Dear John Letter to me. On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Six tanks a firing, Five squads attacking, Four snipers sniping, Three mortars landing, Two bombs a bursting, And a Dear John Letter to me. On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Seven Arabs charging, Six tanks a firing, Five squads attacking, Four snipers sniping, Three mortars landing, Two bombs a bursting, And a Dear John Letter to me. On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Eight rockets spewing, Seven Arabs charging, Six tanks a firing, Five squads attacking, Four snipers sniping, Three mortars landing, Two bombs a bursting, And a Dear John Letter to me. On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Nine wounded buddies, Eight rockets spewing, Seven Arabs charging, Six tanks a firing, Five squads attacking, Four snipers sniping, Three mortars landing, Two bombs a bursting, And a Dear John Letter to me. On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Ten Sergeants screaming, Nine wounded buddies, Eight rockets spewing, Seven Arabs screaming, Six tanks a firing, Five squads attacking, Four snipers sniping, Three mortars landing, Two bombs a bursting, And a Dear John Letter to me. On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Eleven planes a landing, Ten Sergeants screaming, Nine wounded buddies, Eight rockets spewing, Seven Arabs charging, Six tanks a firing, Five squads attacking, Four snipers sniping, Three mortars landing, Two bombs a bursting, And a Dear John Letter to me. On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Twelve bugles playing, Eleven planes a landing, Ten Sergeants screaming, Nine wounded buddies, Eight rockets spewing, Seven Arabs charging, Six tanks a firing, Five squads attacking, Four snipers sniping, Three mortars landing, Two bombs a bursting, And a Dear John Letter to me. |
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