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The Queen of Hearts She made some tarts,
All on a summer's day: The Knave of Hearts, He stole the tarts,
And took them clean away. |
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The King of Hearts Call'd for the tarts,
And beat the Knave full sore: The Knave of Hearts Brought back the tarts,
And vow'd he'd steal no more. |
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