Where crickets jump and birds sang,
Far away where leaves have hoods,
And where beauty rang,
There lived a girl of Sealand town,
She bounced and sang merrily,
There she lived in a small mound,
And she lived day and night quite fairly.
And she lived day and night quite fairly.
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