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Once there was a man Who had a little too much time on his hand He never stopped to think That he was getting older But when his night came to an end He tried to grasp for his last friend And pretend that he could wish himself Health on a four-leaf clover Three o'clock in the morning You get a phone call from the queen With a hundred heads She says that they're all dead She tried the last one on Couldn't speak, fell off And now she just wandеrs the halls Thinking nothing Thinking nothing at all Once therе was a man Who had a little too much time on his hand He never stopped to think That he was getting older But when his night came to an end He tried to grasp for his last friend And pretend that he could wish himself Health on a four-leaf clover Once there was a man