Spani voice
Under Russki name
Draws spire
From a Scotian
Tar strings plucked
By folk settled fingies
Words be fur
Grown on love
O' simple comf
And namic life
Cymbal ickled
By nati oak
Surrea cords
Taut in soft throat
Ticulate
Growing heart's sire
Struments as one
Tied in deal bow
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