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Delilah Moon Dec 2014
Mia Mya oh sweet Mryia
Walking down the apple path
A gust of wind
And now she broke
Mia Mya oh please Mryia
Skipping to her mushroom house
A gust of wind
And now she's lost
Mia Mya oh no Mryia
Diving in the acid pool
A gust of wind
And now she's gone.

— The End —