In a cavern in a canyon excavating for a mine lived a miner forty niner and his daughter Clementine. Oh my Darling oh my Darling oh my Darling Clementine you are lost and gone forever dreadful sorry Clementine. Light she was and like a fairy and her shoes were number nine. Herring boxes without topses sandals were for Clementine. Oh my Darling ... Drove she ducklings to the water every morning just at nine stubbed her too against a splinter fell into the foaming brine. Oh my Darling ... Ruby lips above the water blowing bubbles soft and fine but alas I was no swimmer so I lost my Clementine. Oh my Darling ... How I missed her how I missed her how I missed my Clementine till I kissed her little sister and forgot my Clementine. Oh my Darling ...
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