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BEAUTY

 OLD MAN 
YOUR TIME IS UP,SITE AND PLAY THE HARP.
LET THAT ONE BE,I AND HER WERE MEANT TO BE,
I KNOW SHE WONT RESIST FOR I INSIST.
SHE KNOWS ME BY NAME FOR IT COMES WITH THE FAME.
OLD MAN LET THAT ONE BE.I AND HER WERE MEANT TO BE.

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