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Book of nonsense iii
There was a young lady of
Tyre,
Who swept the loud chords
of a lyre;
At the sound of each sweep
she enraptured the deep,
And enchanted the city of
Tyre.
Tyre,
Who swept the loud chords
of a lyre;
At the sound of each sweep
she enraptured the deep,
And enchanted the city of
Tyre.
