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:34:02
Mark my words, my friends,
this lotion brings joy.

:34:48
Be you a master, be you a slave.
Be you a leader or the public.

:34:53
Come to me, and every one does.
Come to me and bow his head.

:35:08
Mark my words, my friends,
this lotion brings joy.

:35:18
It cures thousands of ailments,
so why not give a try?

:35:23
Don't fret, leave it to me..
:35:28
If your head reels with pain
or your heart sinks in gloom.

:35:41
Mr. Vijay, come here.
:35:44
A great poet:
I was singing one of his poems.

:35:48
Since I'm singing your song,
business has doubled.

:35:55
Don't go.
:35:56
I'll just finish him - What?
:35:59
Stay put.

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