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Mellifluous melodies and timely honored hymns, Golden rounds of rum to fill us to the fuckin' brim. |
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Anticipated anthems one longs to yell aloud. So chant the chorus loud and clear among the weary crowd.... |
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Let fly the air of introversion and release the treasured tunes! |
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Decorous ditties and jeering jawns upon each moon! |
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Arias so exalting when hummed they make us proud. |
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So chant the chorus loud and clear among the weary crowd.... |
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Rallying requiems so exquisite in design, Nocturnes of our victories penned in endless rhyme |
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Sonorous sonatas that cast a sprightly shroud. |
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So chant the chorus loud and clear among the weary crowd.... |
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Rounds of rum for all to drink, pints of booze surround! |
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Rounds for all to sink, down them by the pound! |
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Measures complimented by the drowning flow ale. Refrains of every stirring song to wake the epic tale. |
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And when the final note is breathed and silence is allowed.So chant the chorus loud and clear among the weary crowd.... |
