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Beneath the ancient oak, where shadows play, 163Please respect copyright.PENANACvhh7rESq2
Lyra sits, her guitar on display, 163Please respect copyright.PENANAvkfqrpYPQr
Strumming chords that tell a tale, 163Please respect copyright.PENANAyDRWfHJGPS
Of Whiskerfield's joy, and sorrow's veil.
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Her voice, a river, smooth and clear, 163Please respect copyright.PENANA10dlGizAQb
Carries the hopes of those who hear, 163Please respect copyright.PENANA16AZMA2HLy
In every note, a story unfolds, 163Please respect copyright.PENANA0vomtJ4kSj
Of whispered secrets and dreams untold.
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The villagers gather, drawn to her song, 163Please respect copyright.PENANAUpmL9cAlm6
In the melodies, they all belong, 163Please respect copyright.PENANACFBHRbKEb3
A shared moment, a collective sigh, 163Please respect copyright.PENANA68hg0wT26X
Under Lyra's spell, time seems to fly.
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Through her music, hearts are mended, 163Please respect copyright.PENANAxyjTyC8MBH
Grudges fade, old wounds are tended, 163Please respect copyright.PENANAqDSip8QrUQ
In Whiskerfield, Lyra's serenade, 163Please respect copyright.PENANAJzkXzxNzDl
Turns fleeting moments into memories that never fade.
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