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There was an old woman tossed up in a basket, seventeen times as high as the moon. And where she was going I couldn't but ask it. For in her hand, she carried a broom. Old woman, old woman, old woman, quoth I Whither, oh whither, oh whither so high? To sweep the cobwebs from the sky, May I come with thee? Aye, bye and bye< >
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