Apmēram to pašu, ko Tidli-bums To dungo Cilvēkēdājs pasakā par Džeku un garo pupu: "Fee! Fie! Foe! Fum! I smell the blood of an Englishman. Be he 'live, or be he dead, I'll grind his bones to make my bread."
Fee fi fo, she smells his body, She smells his body, And it makes her sick to her mind. He has got so much to answer for To answer for, to ruin a child's life.
How could you touch something So innocent and pure, obscure? How could you get satisfaction, From the body of a child? You’re vile, you’re …
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mako
date: Jan. 27., 2006 - 12:08 am
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To dungo Cilvēkēdājs pasakā par Džeku un garo pupu:
"Fee! Fie! Foe! Fum!
I smell the blood of an Englishman.
Be he 'live, or be he dead,
I'll grind his bones to make my bread."
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citizen_erased
date: Jan. 27., 2006 - 03:56 am
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Fee fi fo, she smells his body,
She smells his body,
And it makes her sick to her mind.
He has got so much to answer for
To answer for, to ruin a child's life.
How could you touch something
So innocent and pure, obscure?
How could you get satisfaction,
From the body of a child?
You’re vile, you’re …
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