.All the educators travelled on about their dawn
And the beauty of their wand, and I swore to myself
"I'm-a-run from this tomb," oh the Red Monk was dry!
He'd drunk from the sky, & from the rustling rye,
Oh he split the partitions and sucked out the dye,
I am the exiled may, I am the c.
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