Records, cords, lords, words, swords, fords!
But do warm up and meet me at the corner;
For, there is a natural mystic flowing in the air.
Ponder, wonder, fonder, bonder, yonder!
And like the muse of Glanzer your lover;
But, try to listen to this natural mystic,
For, it is all about your love in the village.
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