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We three kings of Orient are
Smoking on a rubber cigar
It blew up and it exploded
That was the end of one king
We three kings were walking (I don't know the second verse)
Down a valley of light
And beams of light (I don't know that part)
And they never found them
And beams of light wouldn't be of kings
That's good enough
I've never heard that second bit
That's it, it's done
Thank you
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