Jangly Jim came strolling down the way again today.
I see, no, hear him all the time.
Each time I hear him I look up, but always too late.
Jim and his jangly keys are already long gone.
Jangly Jim came strolling down the way again today.
I see, no, hear him all the time.
Each time I hear him I look up, but always too late.
Jim and his jangly keys are already long gone.
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