| Du-duluddle,
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| Luddle, dau dau
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| Du-duluddle, luddle, dau, dau
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| Du-duluddle, luddle, dau dau
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| Du-duluddle, luddle, dau, dau
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| Ow The King of the Mountain cometh
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| On his arm there was a dove
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| In livery green and tapestry clean
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| He called it his Falcon of Love, oh yeah
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| Called his Falcon of Love
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| Du-duluddle du doh
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| Du-duluddle, luddle, dau dau
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| Du-duluddle, luddle, dau, dau
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| Du-duluddle, luddle, dau dau
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| Du-duluddle, luddle, dau, dau
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| Ahhh
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| The Mage of the Midnight Abbey
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| Was a child of fifteen years
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| His eyes were bored with galactic lore
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| He had points upon his ears, oh yeah
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| Points upon his ears
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| Du-duluddle du doh
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| Du-duluddle, luddle, dau dau
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| Ahhh
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| The Wild-Witch Wizard Alisha
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| Was a changeling son from Mars
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| He learned his song from the Cosmic Throngs
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| And played them on a Fender guitar, oh yeah
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| And played them on a Fender guitar
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| Du-duluddle du doh
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| Du-duluddle, luddle, dau dau
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| Ahhh
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| The woman from the Plateaus of Persia
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| Came to sell me a wonderous thing
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| In a horn of oak with a sulpherous smoke
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| She gave me King Solomon’s Ring, oh yeah
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| Gave me the magical thing
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| Du-duluddle, luddle, dau dau
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| Du-duluddle, luddle, dau, dau
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| Du-duluddle, luddle, dau, dau
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| Ow The King of the Mountain cometh
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| On his arm there was a dove
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| In livery green and tapestry clean
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| He callde it his Falcon of Love, oh yeah
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| Called his Falcon of Love
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| Du-duluddle, luddle, dau dau
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| Du-duluddle, luddle, dau, dau |