My book is old, my book is new
My book is rolled in morning dew.
My book contains more besides,
As it rests on evening tides.
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One day I met three lizards, Who secretly were wizards. I thought I'd take them home I was afraid they'd roam. They lived on r...
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Hardly ever do I look into the sky; And wonder how many miles, the Swiss alps are from me, Quite often I do wonder if I Take te...
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