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Beneath the ancient oak, where shadows play, 122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE3v3lW5PBx
Lyra sits, her guitar on display, 122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI9J2UbT7d1
Strumming chords that tell a tale, 122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡspBkCuYcY7
Of Whiskerfield's joy, and sorrow's veil.
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Her voice, a river, smooth and clear, 122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkM5GITkVsM
Carries the hopes of those who hear, 122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh0lb5K8BJS
In every note, a story unfolds, 122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo9qGyp38qU
Of whispered secrets and dreams untold.
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The villagers gather, drawn to her song, 122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS7yEhpZt11
In the melodies, they all belong, 122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPiUXOg5HRr
A shared moment, a collective sigh, 122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVOT6dKnhzB
Under Lyra's spell, time seems to fly.
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Through her music, hearts are mended, 122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6w1BSMtAWx
Grudges fade, old wounds are tended, 122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZLmYZCzKIJ
In Whiskerfield, Lyra's serenade, 122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa1w0MBB0rz
Turns fleeting moments into memories that never fade.
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