| The toad road licked my wheels like a sabre
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| Winds of the marsh lightly blew
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| Stone jars stacked with stars on her shoulders
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| Hunters of pity she slew
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| Chariots of silk she rode
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| Stallions of gold she owned
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| A mad Mage with a maid on his eyebrows
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| Hunteth the realm for a God
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| Who could teach him the craft of decanting
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| The glassy entrails of a frog
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| Chariots of silk she rode
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| Stallions of gold she owned
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| The Bard of my birth with his ballet
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| Walked the wild worlds in the chase
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| For the black chested canary
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| Who as a moose can sing bass
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| Chariots of silk she rode
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| Stallions of gold she owned |