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There they left me at the neck of the sea
Bound to the locker, never meant to leave
Webbed hands did reach, towards major and minor keys
Nothing would keep them from their hallowed queen
There they left me at the neck of the sea
Bound to the locker, never meant to leave
Webbed hands did reach, towards major and minor keys
Nothing would keep them from their hallowed queen
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