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Beneath the ancient oak, where shadows play, 197Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqiS701zJry
Lyra sits, her guitar on display, 197Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIoRL2opXyN
Strumming chords that tell a tale, 197Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwqXQY0Gt9q
Of Whiskerfield's joy, and sorrow's veil.
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Her voice, a river, smooth and clear, 197Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLIMvOKutl8
Carries the hopes of those who hear, 197Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC6OZgjNce2
In every note, a story unfolds, 197Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6YV5as4N7F
Of whispered secrets and dreams untold.
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The villagers gather, drawn to her song, 197Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6Me8gDOYAh
In the melodies, they all belong, 197Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmFovWmhun3
A shared moment, a collective sigh, 197Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFQsFolp5Ny
Under Lyra's spell, time seems to fly.
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Through her music, hearts are mended, 197Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfPms9mHHO2
Grudges fade, old wounds are tended, 197Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvt0HWoCAcX
In Whiskerfield, Lyra's serenade, 197Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuDWQtobmdo
Turns fleeting moments into memories that never fade.
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