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Please to enjoy.

S.

Track 1: Kishore Kumar and Asha Bhosle; Typewriter, Tip, Tip, Tip
Track 2: Jacques Cousteau Odyssey, episode 21 of 27, "A Sound of Dolphins."
Track 3: Belle and Sebastian; A Century of Elvis 

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