| An alarmed hive
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| Chorea bees whirl maelstrom
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| Cellars hide colossal tuns with sparkling wine
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| The city’s awake waiting for mirth
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| Festive occasion, mutinous triumph
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| Ooh Mystery
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| Taverns, inns, ale-houses, pubs, a cheerful den
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| Clinging coins, crispy bonds seemed extra weight
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| Sumptuous feasts for everyone
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| Devilry incitement of unrestricted life
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| Touching scenes
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| Sprawling poses
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| Ruddy noses
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| Huge tankards
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| Salvers are full
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| The reel of joy
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| That dreadful jester in the corner is concealing vengeance
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| The art of being amusing, subtle ironies are erased by laugh
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| And that is the way, the only way out
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| Striking them back unnoticed in crowds
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| By means of such cleaver that bloodstocky cattle will turn to decay
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| A sarcastical matter
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| The razor is hidden in the cloak
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| Without a falter
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| Someone’s gonna hush you mouths
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| The clinging of bells
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| Radiant Moon singular eye
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| Awkward satisfaction, the grin of boorish smile
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| Ooh Mystery
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| Lutes, reed-pipes
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| Trailing hair
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| Tipsy stare
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| A real debauch
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| A burning torch
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| Where’s all sense?
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| Cobbles lick the drops of blood
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| And a stiff is lying on the ground
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| Wooden boots are singing loud
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| The dwarfish figure is calmly entering the castle |