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filk when the wind blows cold and filk on a summer's day filk the song stuck in your head and mold the tune like clay
Filk the battlefields Where fighters hit with sticks And stay away from archers all rarely do they miss
Filk til the laurels cry and stop the pels say "Nay!" Filk as the knights come for your head and filk to
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