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The empress and the Ukraine king |
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The from the house to float on in |
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She breaked in banana corches in |
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From the seasons after spring |
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The empress had a killer on his chest |
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Faced the east for the morning sunset |
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Silent certain time, skin and goat |
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Lots of golden hair, took a fruit |
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But then he smiled, banana king |
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Sitting on a golden ring |
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Every's fur, lightning touch |
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Stuck on the pettery, feed meets stubs |
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Record players, speeding king |
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Set the news for his chilling |
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Good moments pass for his domain |
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Put the stickers for the Ukraine |
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Silver dog eyes blast |
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Records twisting, tree smoke clashed |
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Overfloating window sill |
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Passing goes off the will |
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Somebody's name for some grave's day |
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The purest's purest, now cuts first aid |
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I said the king to call his jester |
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Friend called above the curvy tester |
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Sit down to see yesterday |
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Passing to the secret grey |
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We decerish tasting trees |
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The chocolate is Spanish treats |
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From the neckish peabush grip |
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From the velvet ivory slipped |
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When we carry in the bed |
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The speakers all outside her head |
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Can't put away the cruelest card |
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When though the congressmen could snart |
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The Ukraine king is conquered vice |
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Turning off his mowing light |
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Trap the killer with his make-ons |
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Suiting up before his light |
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Ray our equal liberty poised |
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Ask the Indian to turn out the noise |
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Bring me a coded traffic cream |
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Give me some to stop the screen |
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I woke from many circling king |
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I just saw this conquering |
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From many days they have time |
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The ukraine king is, can't describe |
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I wrote every passing lie |
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The Ukraine king had every spy |
