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| Herein lies a tale of John and Paul, and George and Richard, they had it all. Top of the charts. top of the world, until their doom upon them hurled. | |
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| We meet them now that fateful day, two young teens who want to play. | |
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| Verily thou lookest loverly with thine top of mopness. | |
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| Aye, and I can say the same about you. Perchance seekest thou a troubador of the sinistral orientation, who can reach the lowest of the low? | |
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| With a smidgen of assistance from my friends get I low, alas, yon Stuart diveth for our deep notes. | |
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| Prithee drivest Stuart off yon sutte cliff, for from here on out thou shalt let it be, all thine bass are belong to me. | |
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