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And she tries 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 connections You get ribbons and some bows And get back out on the again
So you found a queen without a Oh yes and everyone loved her No one was
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But when they good They were really Really stranger
So you found a queen without a Oh yes and here loved her No one was
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