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Pour one for Gaius
The wind went on dropping a whisper
That Gaius barged his door and an angel made him wither
He’s dirt now, he used to be rotten
Pour some mead, he’ll be forgotten
That Gaius barged his door and an angel made him wither
He’s dirt now, he used to be rotten
Pour some mead, he’ll be forgotten
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