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I knew these girls, three born in one day

Who spy me in the mirror for I am one of them.

Lianna, Kyla and me all three triplets that spoiled

my poor mother's fun. For she was a beauty with her black hair

and then we came along and were trouble times three,

all dressed in a blue dress with white flowers.

We all smiles, but inside we were a mess that came to be

If you hear the door slam make sure you don't have

that trouble times three.

There we are hanging on our favorite tree.

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