The Song Remains the Same
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:06:55
"Jack lifted the lid of the great stone oven
and dropped inside.

:06:59
"From his hiding place
he heard a mighty rumbling voice.

:07:03
"Fee, fie, foe, fum.
:07:07
"I smell the blood of an Englishman.
:07:11
"Be he alive or be he dead.
:07:13
"I'll grind his bones to make my bread!"
:07:17
Whoa, pony!

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