I pretend I can play piano.
(I have seen a great reunion.)
I will not go into my house or fall upon my bed. I will not give me unto rest or eateth any bread until I find my Mercy in a land of rivers red; a land with seaside foamed by faith of those who for him bled.
My name is but a shame to bear so of it I have shed. I'm headed east to Bethlehem with none but horse and thread. Many a time I have explained a land of rivers red; a land with seaside foamed by faith of those who for love bled. Hear me.
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