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"Good-bye, my dearest, dearest friends, Ford keep you! Good-bye, my dearest, dearest friends, Ford keep you. Good-bye my dearest, dearest friends, Ford keep you. Good-bye my dearest, dearest friends, Ford keep you! Slightly ridiculous, and add.