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Beneath the ancient oak, where shadows play, 199Please respect copyright.PENANAWGlnlhLALu
Lyra sits, her guitar on display, 199Please respect copyright.PENANADgddEUfjC8
Strumming chords that tell a tale, 199Please respect copyright.PENANADAOCcCg6TE
Of Whiskerfield's joy, and sorrow's veil.
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Her voice, a river, smooth and clear, 199Please respect copyright.PENANAL32yOcNMft
Carries the hopes of those who hear, 199Please respect copyright.PENANAc7JQ9F0d4C
In every note, a story unfolds, 199Please respect copyright.PENANArmPxi5Wg2a
Of whispered secrets and dreams untold.
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The villagers gather, drawn to her song, 199Please respect copyright.PENANAjuqsHYUhPC
In the melodies, they all belong, 199Please respect copyright.PENANAPOFcGAlvEA
A shared moment, a collective sigh, 199Please respect copyright.PENANAXKVfRW3pD2
Under Lyra's spell, time seems to fly.
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Through her music, hearts are mended, 199Please respect copyright.PENANAOKfLBOEtaW
Grudges fade, old wounds are tended, 199Please respect copyright.PENANAMOACiSEyQC
In Whiskerfield, Lyra's serenade, 199Please respect copyright.PENANA2BGEcem7mc
Turns fleeting moments into memories that never fade.
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