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FRANCIS KAZINCZI.
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Brekeke, brekeke, brekeke!
The thunderer made us the favorites of heaven,
In the green shallow waters we thrive and have thriven,
All honor and praise to his wisdom be given.
Brekeke, brekeke,
Koax, koax!—Too-oo, too-oo!
