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First - Lullaby

I was deafened by a hullabaloo
which huddle without any hue

This first us was rimless
too rigorous we didn't alter

The hubbub of piccolo and guitar
was humdrum picturesque imagination

We wish to go to a ridge
in which a sanatorium burnt our pigheaded

No lullaby!

it did not, do not, will not