There once was a girl in Dubai,
Who really liked a good cry.
And when she was crying,
The tears would go flying,
And no person could ever stay dry.
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A girl in Dubai
There once was a girl in Dubai,
Who really liked a good cry.
And when she was crying,
The tears would go flying,
And no person could ever stay dry.
