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The prince was a bird |
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Not guilty or the like |
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A true friend sip and soft |
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No suffering cry |
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All names and some cranks |
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He'd powdered all off |
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Their sycophantic gifts |
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Were never enough |
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Old lady shade turns a vespertilian thing |
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A motion event, a friend of the jinn |
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The prince and old lady shade |
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The prince and old lady shade |
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She has a fair eye |
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She takes her fair share |
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Of the city's mid day |
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That lunch lady's glare |
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The prince and old lady shade |
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The prince and old lady shade |
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General Woo very nearly smiled |
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Saw the light in a little child |
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The prince and old lady shade |
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The prince and old lady shade |
