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Beneath the ancient oak, where shadows play, 179Please respect copyright.PENANAgo4ixiM8lj
Lyra sits, her guitar on display, 179Please respect copyright.PENANA9qrFOf3KfI
Strumming chords that tell a tale, 179Please respect copyright.PENANAFpiIAe0lNq
Of Whiskerfield's joy, and sorrow's veil.
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Her voice, a river, smooth and clear, 179Please respect copyright.PENANA91ieYC2upE
Carries the hopes of those who hear, 179Please respect copyright.PENANAFWgj7j71b1
In every note, a story unfolds, 179Please respect copyright.PENANA0wYXR8mlRQ
Of whispered secrets and dreams untold.
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The villagers gather, drawn to her song, 179Please respect copyright.PENANABz4COWhEpY
In the melodies, they all belong, 179Please respect copyright.PENANAzydLGitqPq
A shared moment, a collective sigh, 179Please respect copyright.PENANAffSRVvovkl
Under Lyra's spell, time seems to fly.
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Through her music, hearts are mended, 179Please respect copyright.PENANAsyPKNKuYXp
Grudges fade, old wounds are tended, 179Please respect copyright.PENANAxYAJKWooL2
In Whiskerfield, Lyra's serenade, 179Please respect copyright.PENANAR1KFPLReUZ
Turns fleeting moments into memories that never fade.
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