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Seven Quistadors

There are seven quistadores, with seven keys to doors. Who walk my bedroom floor, in my dreaming state at night. To close to the door to close it, they just walk to and fro. Will they present a present? I truly do not know . But there are seven quistadors, with seven keys to doors.

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