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| As I walk along this shore, upon this moonlit night, within my thoughts is a woman of lore, a most beauteous, wonderful sight. She turns her stellar eyes upon me and liquifies my heart. Her beauty is that of sky and sea. From her favor I dare not part. How lucky am I to be the one chosen by this angel from above that she should say to me without pun that I am he whom she doth love. |
| The Undertaker |
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