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Oh I don’t know,  it’s four past midnight here. I do believe that cheese is best served at Three.
Here I am, king of the sea However true now, it wasn't always me My father once ruled over these waters He looked after me, and his five daughters One daughter stood out among the rest
The mystical creatures of the deep blue, I sing a chores out to you. For the sirens that sing within in the waters, To the beauty of you're majestic ways, living amongst the sea otters.
I put you in a curse
(9:23 pm)
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