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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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