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MOLL FLANDERS PHOTO GALLERY
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Let us tell a tale Excuse us, Ladies and Gentlemen Sleep, my pretty A baby, a baby Right, nothing right about you Hush, Child! The gypsies once told me Chin up! Oh Betsy Her love made her rich The Masque No, no, take me instead When your debts leave you skint The life of a sailor Convince her that you love her We're sailing to Virginia My daughter! Then to lose you Go beat out a path What devil Frail man, beware! It's a secret. So don't tell anyone. Oh, poor gentleman! If travel should be your intention Well, stand and deliver Away, Lightfoot! We rode like the wind Do you know how many babes He must die Wait. Your hair is caught. Some people steal She unfastened all my bows 'Cos once he's bared his arse God forgive me The hour was late

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