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And she hard to tell this story But its a one to tell She consults her book of
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And you try to tie together some You get ribbons and some bows And get back out on the road
So you found a queen a king Oh yes and here loved her No one was
But a little bit like her Youre just a little bit her Little bit her, a little bit like Juliet
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But when they good were really good Really good
So you found a queen without a Oh yes and here loved her No one was
Youre a little bit her Youre just a bit like her Little bit like her, a bit like Juliet
Let the crisis become a And that bridge tomorrow Well, let the time that goes between, Well, let it let go of the
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