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The king ordered silence,
No more song, no more dace,
No more daft scratching of that pen.
So I know just what I'll do,
I'll strike him over the head with my lute,
Then he will be silent too.
No more song, no more dace,
No more daft scratching of that pen.
So I know just what I'll do,
I'll strike him over the head with my lute,
Then he will be silent too.
It's a good day to sing, let's keep it that way.
(14/M/Rochester NY)
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