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Pranced proudly in the garden villas
With the Sun Dipped diving with his horned onyx saddle Shining in the black aped eyeballs Of the gun When the great apple falls She'll be queen of your halls Tall bowman from the burnt pastures Saw Champer and he bowed ground kissing To his lord Strange beastie from the legend lair Sire, I can master with the aid of this Skull powdered cord
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