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Beneath the ancient oak, where shadows play, 144Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHmsJxNVaL1
Lyra sits, her guitar on display, 144Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtBBBO1GyEp
Strumming chords that tell a tale, 144Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡobAFQkyVYe
Of Whiskerfield's joy, and sorrow's veil.
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Her voice, a river, smooth and clear, 144Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdvLbPtjUJn
Carries the hopes of those who hear, 144Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡStxzIoSy8H
In every note, a story unfolds, 144Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrPYrBKYpyS
Of whispered secrets and dreams untold.
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The villagers gather, drawn to her song, 144Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3yxm7rzKUW
In the melodies, they all belong, 144Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUVCGr6JsMx
A shared moment, a collective sigh, 144Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2cahY2Qp8l
Under Lyra's spell, time seems to fly.
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Through her music, hearts are mended, 144Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJQLzP100qx
Grudges fade, old wounds are tended, 144Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmwcMV1KgZa
In Whiskerfield, Lyra's serenade, 144Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlrgN8sy2FB
Turns fleeting moments into memories that never fade.
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