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Strummaz Motiff

The green leafed tree in the harbor. There the freights are advanced. Sailors with quality tools, while diners feast and play chess. The edge Of the merchants dine hall has a Blindspot where tugboats honk there horn to enter the harbor. A large pile of bones where the chef has stacked them, for the jewelers to retrieve them to make Carved ornaments for tourist and others. We find there Snorkel and Algae two Fiddlers who play music while diners Eat at the Surfin Toot restaurant. "Anchors ah shore maties, Anchors ah- Shore!" Captain Morse Pierconn USS Snorkelcraft Chauffeur play'd Hymn But didn't play me Swift sung to her But didn't sing to me People like song But didn't like me What we gon do What we gon do Indough neigh ah Ah beautiful ismuss Brazilian strings A pretty lady We sing ah song But song don't Sing me We sing ah song Of love!

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