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I remember back to the Eighties, I recall with vivid clarity the wild parties, We had some wild times with Pinochet, They would last all day, I cried when Victor Hara was sent away,
The wonderful times with Leopold, The stories he told, man he was so bold, I told him I didn’t want to go the Congo,
Thatcher and Nixon, She was a fruity vixen, Nixon could match her, Eye Ron Lady Thatcher,
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