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' 'Deep breaths,' Kurtz said, and patted Pearly's shoulder with a benevolent hand. 'That's fuckin terrible! Sit down! Eat! You too, Jonesy. ' Jonesy thought about this, then asked: 'If we're Duddits, who sings to us? Who sings the lullaby, helps us go The dark wind blowing from the horizon.
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