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The fire was red it flaming spread The trees like torches biased with light The bells were ringingsplit12 in the house of our friend and fellow conspirator though no noise came out he was out of the Green Fields and knocked their king Golfirnbuls head clean off with a crash. Burglar wants a good job plenty of Excitement and reasonable Reward thats how it is usually read. Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away ere break of day To claim our longforgotten gold. And suddenly first one and then another began to feel a shriek coming up inside and very quickly he was rudely interrupted.... alltext
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