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    7. september 2005

    Hlusta á fréttir dagsins.

    Ding Dong! The Witch is dead.
    Which old Witch?
    The Wicked Witch!
    Ding Dong! The Wicked Witch is dead.

    Wake up - sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed.
    Wake up, the Wicked Witch is dead.
    She's gone where the goblins go, below - below - below.
    Yo-ho, let's open up and sing and ring the bells out.
    Ding Dong' the merry-oh, sing it high, sing it low.
    Let them know
    The Wicked Witch is dead!

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