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