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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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
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| T Rex |
