called beauty, creme and some duty to a god who applauds and lauds your act.in fact demure, so pure, a land of cure, ireland im admirin' the celtic woman in you.a magic boo and how are you? this twitter thing, make my bells ring.i will, i will, i wont again.ill turn your fiddle into a violin.
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