Naked tale foretold – Cinematic, Dark Folk, Trip Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 11 June 2026
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## 🧠 ABOUT THE PROCESS
I transformed my original poem by adapting it into lyrics that were then used for a song generated using Suno, featuring my voice. Below you’ll find part of the original poem, the revised lyrics, and the musical version.
## 📜 ORIGINAL POEM
Set against a city of shifting tales and glittering illusions, this song explores the fragile boundary between admiration and deception. Through images of fading kingdoms, ravens, blood-red plains and shimmering gold, it reflects on the distortions of memory, the seduction of vanity, and the hidden costs of misplaced trust. Part remembrance, part reckoning, it follows the lingering echoes of a relationship whose beauty and darkness became woven too closely together.
Spoken thoughts Saturating words They misspell Past intent Agony souls underwent Disdain bleak feature
[Verse] Disdain bleak feature of the herds spoken thoughts saturating words They often misspell past intent all agony souls underwent
[Verse] City of tales bent finding how dark creature lies a solemn vow Middle Earth become its fiefdom stark shades of the greying kingdom
[Chorus] Your shimmer rivalling with gold Iridescent frame, standing bold on the brink of vanity’s hold Shuddering naked tale foretold
[Verse] Memory thickens the whirlpools Amnesia’s work its daily tools The heart spent in rivers of woe as heartbeats’ quiver unwinds slow
[Verse] Plains awash with red of the blood curdling loss of life, the eyes flood Expunged in the shining pearl’s white the drops wild scatter through the night
[Verse] We will meet when the ravens crow through midnight’s call vibrating slow When early rays summon eyes’ sight to twinkling mornings past the light
[Chorus] Your shimmer rivalling with gold Iridescent frame, standing bold on the brink of vanity’s hold Shuddering naked tale foretold
## 🎧 SUNO SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎬 Cinematic version A cinematic interpretation emphasising atmosphere and emotional intensity. Naked tale foretold– Cinematic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌾 Dark Folk version Dark and mournful female vocals, acoustic fingerpicked guitar, low drones, ritual atmosphere, haunting mood, minimal percussion Naked tale foretold – Dark Folk Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌌 Trip-Hop version A hypnotic Trip-Hop interpretation blending haunting textures, introspective rhythms and atmospheric depth Naked tale foretold –Trip-Hop Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
## 🎼 ABOUT THESE VERSIONS
This piece has been interpreted across multiple musical styles using Suno, exploring how the same lyrics evolve through Cinematic, Dark Folk and Trip-Hop influences.
Do you see – Cinematic, Indie Folk, Trip Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 10 June 2026
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## 🧠 ABOUT THE PROCESS
I transformed my original poem by adapting it into lyrics that were then used for a song generated using Suno, featuring my voice. Below you’ll find part of the original poem, the revised lyrics, and the musical version.
## 📜 ORIGINAL POEM
Woven from memory, symbolism and lived experience, this song explores the hidden connections between past wounds and future becoming. Through images of moonlit waters, shifting colours, childhood sketches and distant stars, it traces a journey across love, alienation, loss and transformation. As fragments once scattered begin to reconnect, sorrow itself becomes part of a larger pattern, revealing the possibility of renewal within the landscapes of memory.
Do you see The falling memories They build lakes Steeped in blue The hue of moonshine She and I were two
[Verse] Do you see the falling memories? They build lakes hue of moonshine frees Steeped in blue, she and I were two To opposite corners we flew
[Verse] Did you know, inevitable Red meets blue and the tunes purple Fusion of the phoenix flashes birth crimson, rising from ashes
[Verse] Child in me picks up drawing ink Squaring planes, circles twined that sink the slits into the soul once torn Profusion of connections drawn
[Verse] You are blind, like we were once deaf Our worlds shut firm like a tight breath exhaling from compressed lips pursed Landscapes of sorrow for accursed
[Chorus] Do you see the wasted morrows Swarms of bees suckling pristine rose They sink ships within hidden hues inducing sprouting of my Blues
[Verse] The silence, communication all dead words of alienation My dark shadows now lost in cloud Nine a mere number in white shroud
[Verse] In your mind your thoughts roam alone muddled in concrete, path of stone The highways grey crumbs left behind bricks for the tender, ropes for blind
[Verse] Trick or treat? Guessing overstayed Time precious often underpaid Ticks sucking red drops of life browse amusement parks themes to espouse
[Verse] Dark playgrounds, I seldom choose black Foot ventures not on a dead track yet may slip, misplaced wandering through circles full and shapes curving
[Chorus] Do you see the wasted morrows Swarms of bees suckling pristine rose They sink ships within hidden hues inducing sprouting of my Blues
[Verse] Truth and lies rapid doubts impose Tilting sceneries wilting rose Proximity’s timed right playthings uncovered stuffed toys for musings
[Verse] Revered distant star, bask in light Guide our steps through North, twinkle bright Six blue feet under, lost the fight We honour your corpse buried tight
[Verse] Thieves plunder jewels of your chest Cast a spell, the walls hearts arrest between words plastered and song spell haul more, exhibit, show and tell
[Verse] Hymns for the dead clues for the child imagination running wild Clock ticks, talks, language spelt or read My aim is to keep a clear head
[Chorus] Do you see the wasted morrows Swarms of bees suckling pristine rose They sink ships within hidden hues inducing sprouting of my Blues
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## 🎧 SUNO SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎬 Cinematic version A cinematic interpretation emphasising atmosphere and emotional intensity. Do you see– Cinematic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌾 Indie Folk version An Indie Folk interpretation of the song, focusing on acoustic textures and a more intimate sound that highlights the lyrical and emotional core. Do you see – Indie Folk Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌌 Trip-Hop version A hypnotic Trip-Hop interpretation blending haunting textures, introspective rhythms and atmospheric depth Do you see –Trip-Hop Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
## 🎼 ABOUT THESE VERSIONS
This piece has been interpreted across multiple musical styles using Suno, exploring how the same lyrics evolve through Cinematic, Indie Folk and Trip-Hop influences.
Time no Time (AI Suno song using my voice and my lyrics) 22 February 2026
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[Intro] Inside Time milliseconds thinning Centuries are hurled whirling fast they chime within warped worlds that leave head spinning
[Chorus] Time no Time They party entwined All the dead people’s waltzes The dancing pale corpses They make merry with shut eyes When sight sees not lies
[Verse] She is under Time where the silence echoes Wasted thoughts that rhyme with boring daily tasks dissolved in suns as she basks outlining twined shadows
[Chorus] They have Time no Time They party entwined All the dead people’s waltzes The dancing pale corpses they make merry with shut eyes when sight sees not lies
[Verse] The humdrum streaks it stretches worthless sunken fear for faithless opposed factions rising The mind and thought surmising through opposite peaks
[Chorus] Time no Time They party entwined All the dead people’s waltzes The dancing pale corpses They make merry with shut eyes When sight sees not lies
[Verse] Right across Time walking gingerly they climb slowly on guided path to the stars mentor flies following with downcast eyes They avoid all the wrath
[Chorus] Time no Time They party entwined All the dead people’s waltzes The dancing pale corpses They make merry with shut eyes When sight sees not lies
[Verse] Outside of all Time Proportions vary sometimes Every measure dilates what is on the written slates It matters less when we become light transient beings’ sum
[Chorus] Time no Time They party entwined All the dead people’s waltzes The dancing pale corpses They make merry with shut eyes When sight sees not lies
“Time no Time” AI Music song on youtube using Suno with my lyrics and my voice / EDM
“Time no Time” AI Music song on youtube using Suno with my lyrics and my voice / Gospel
“Time no Time” AI Music song on youtube using Suno with my lyrics and my voice / Indie
“Time no Time” AI Music song on youtube using Suno with my lyrics and my voice / RnB
The old souls’ chronicles 6 : the great calm restored 15 November 2025
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Tony caught Aron’s body just before it hit the ground. He had not thought it would be a good idea to leave Aron all alone but he had had to agree to give him the possibility of processing his grief fully on his own. Although most of the youngsters after his generation had foregone their right to experience fully emotions, especially the negative ones, he had felt that Aron was different and deserved a chance to process his feelings fully even though it was grief. Tony had never thought that the chancellor’s suggestion of a new world without too many emotions was a good solution. The chancellor had made it seem like it was the heightened feelings, especially the negative ones that caused all the problems in the world like wars, distorted enactments of feelings such as with psychopaths or sociopaths, all the terrible things that criminals would do, animated by anger, hatred and all other negative feelings.
With the first generation, it had been a mass administration of drugs coupled with lobotomy-like procedures in order to dull the new generation’s feelings and reduce their emotional responses. A generation later, it was mainly drugs and after that, it was through processes akin to eugenics. Tony and his wife Hegat were one of the couples that had chosen to stay the way they were, able to emote freely and increasingly getting a select status of being called “the old souls” because they were the last of the old generation that was able to freely feel and express their feelings. They never gave in to all the solicitations of lobotomy or drug use to make their emotions softer, but preferred to stay the way they were, capable of feeling the whole range of emotions up to their most extreme levels. In fact, not only did they retain their feelings but they also developed the skill of conveying such feelings to others through touch and worded expressions.
Tony looked at Aron. So much for creating a generation of youngsters who did not feel too much or seek to have negative feelings he thought. Here was one of those youngsters, one of the first generation that had had negative emotions removed both by procedures and drugs, yet he had some of those negative feelings left and wanted to experience one of the stronger more negative ones such as grief. The remainder of his generation only felt a sense of justice and equanimity and the chancellor had created generations of obedient fun-loving youngsters who only lived for the mild fun of a certain series of acts but did not care for what was happening at the top nor ever want to contest any of its rulings. This was how you governed easily a population, he thought, by creating them incapable of strong feelings.
Tony pressed his palms against Aron’s temples and started massaging them while speaking to him soothingly about love and how it alleviated all negative emotions. He told him that even though his wife had died, the love she had for him had never died and was present all throughout their home. He told him to try to gain access to these feelings. With a small swipe of his hands around the room, Tony collected the feelings of love that were still present throughout it and passed them onto Aron’s temples and his occipital region. Aron reacted with a shiver and a smile started spreading across his lips before he opened his eyes, slowly gathering the scene around him. His eyes met Tony’s eyes and tears welled in them as he realised Tony had saved him. He felt the love swarm into his chest and fill him with a sense of relief and happiness. This was not the fun feeling that most of his generation experienced but a full blown sensation of happiness. Inside him a great calm was now replacing the relief and happiness he had felt. It was as if nothing could ever break him again and he felt like he had evolved in such a short time into a different kind of being, stronger, more resilient, more capable of feeling things almost like the old souls.
"Once again" - Short Dance Film / Stefano Terrazzino & Paulina Biernat / Music: Abel Korzeniowski
Tales of the wretched: Ashok and his mother – Chapter four: Redemption flowing 7-8 October 2025
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Ashok slowly disengaged from Annie’s embrace attempting to put some distance between them and have a calm chat with her. His arms were still limp by his sides as he eased himself out of her clutch. He realised from her vice-like grip that it had been a long time since anyone had been kind to her. He thought about his mother again and how she had been helpless with nobody showing her any kindness while she struggled. This is how people were pushed into desperate actions because they felt completely disregarded by everyone around them. He sighed internally thinking that he had been too young to find a solution to their predicament and his mother had literally worked herself to death while reserving most of the food she could get her hands on to him. There had been no shelter when he was young, just places for single young pregnant women to go to until birth of their child.
He looked at Annie whose face seemed crestfallen as she wondered what to make of him pushing her away. He was not sure how to handle this as he had kept his feelings under wraps for the longest time ever, even while he was married, even when he was happy when dating his wife before he married her. He had always felt that if he gave in to his emotions it would be like a dam that might obliterate everything around him. He had hated his relatives for such a long time and with such passion that he was afraid of expressing any other emotion lest he get carried away and start expressing those feelings of hatred as well, be submerged by them and act only in line with what they released within him. At times he had felt that the hate was such that it would turn into a fire that would physically consume his heart.
- Annie, I just want to help you and your son but I have been a lonely man for such a long time that I do not know how to speak normally with people. - You did talk to me at the shelter - Well you see, that is different. At the shelter I have a role that I embraced and that is to help people in the shelter with food and blankets. I know the drill. It is unemotional, safe and almost always the same. I did feel sympathy for you because you reminded me of someone I knew a very long time ago but I usually interact with those who come to the shelter in a very mechanical way. There are no other emotions than perhaps a slight touch of pity. When I saw you at the shelter, it made something stir in me, something that I had thought I had let go a long time ago - So you don’t feel pity for me? - Not really. I am just overwhelmed by the need to keep you and your son safe.
After a long pause, he decided to tell her everything about his childhood, the desperate times when his mother could not sell what she had made, the resulting famine-filled days, how his mother had become so gaunt that she looked like a corpse, the absence of his relatives, their presence when she had died, his hatred of them, the orphanage that had saved him from the hatred that was eating him – at least for a while.
- Did you ever marry, she asked - I did, he answered - Did you love her? Did you have children? - I did love her but I guess the hatred inside did not allow me to love her properly. The love I had inside of me for her was like a shell, it was not bright and happy like she would have liked it to be. The hatred inside kept making a hole that neither my love for her, nor hers for me could ever fill and appease. Eventually she got tired of waiting for me to love her like she would have liked to be loved. Five years of a relationship that had the dull ache of unresolved hatred festering within it and she decided to move on. We never had children as she felt that I was broken and she thought that broken men should never become fathers. She had her own issues with her father who was never able to express love. It has been almost ten years since that day she decided to leave me. I guess it is best for broken men like me not to be in a relationship. - I don’t think you are broken. The man who left me with his child, that is a broken man. You don’t hurt someone you have loved unless you’re broken. Nobody who is whole would hurt another soul without reason. From what I have seen from you, you have only been kind to me and I did not see you hurt anyone else. You might have been badly hurt but you are not broken, not like what I would think of a broken man - Thank you Annie but I think she might have been right. There is this hole inside of me that never goes away, or at least not until that evening when I saw you feed your boy and something stirred inside of me, not until now when I saw how happy you were to be here. - Thank you for helping us. My boy had not had a good bath in so many months. They did not always allow us into the Bain des Paquis and I could not use them anyway during the winter months. I tried to stay under the radar so social services would not take him away - You can stay here as much as you want. You do not need to go to the shelter anymore, I will bring the food here.
Annie rushed and hugged him again and he let her hold him fiercely this time. His arms were still limp by his side but he started feeling like a stirring in his shoulders and arms which slowly twitched and his arms then rose to hold her around the shoulders, softly pressing her onto his chest. Her tears fell freely again on his coat and he sighed as he felt a stirring in his heart while he could see behind his closed eyes a slow glow that seemed to fill his chest. All the sadness of not having been able to help his mother seemed to soar from his heart to his eyes which brimmed with tears. As his tears mingled with Annie’s tears, he felt like a wall had crumbled within his chest. All the years of self reproach on his lack of initiative to help his mother flowed with the mingled tears, washing both their hearts from sadness and pain. It was as if redemption flowed within his heart and he smiled with gratitude for being able to help Annie and her boy.
The little girl woke up with a feeling of dread. Her mind was still fuzzy and she did not remember the events of the day before but she knew that something was off. She sat up in her bed and as she took in her surroundings, the memories flooded her mind and she remembered how her mother had lain in a pool of blood and urine with her father attempting to bandage the wound in her head. She jumped out of bed and ran to the room next door to catch a glimpse at her mother through the square but there was nobody in there. She found out from the maid that her father had taken her mother to the hospital where she would stay a few days until she was healed.
The little girl turned her head towards where she sensed the Bogeyman was forming. As usual, none other than her could see the Bogeyman. She slipped her hand into his and tugged it in the direction of the lion’s den, her father’s favourite room in the house. They had called it the lion’s den because her father would bellow out of it for them to stay quiet when he was in there meditating and they were making a lot of noise. His bellowing strangely resembled the roar of a lion. Her father never bellowed against the whimpers or screams of her mother though. She wondered why. Did he not hear them or did he choose to ignore them? There was nobody in the lion’s den either.
The maid came out of the kitchen and chastised her for not listening. “Did you not hear when I told you that your father has taken your mother to the hospital?”, she said. “I thought it was already done before and that he was back”, the little girl said. The maid frowned, displeased, and went back to the kitchen to cook the first two meals of the day. She always cooked the first two together, breakfast and lunch, so she had time on her hands when she had to tend to the chores in the house. The dinner was always cooked fresh as her dad was back from his work and he did not like re-heated food. Normally, in their family tradition, the maids never cooked as it was always the lady of the house who had to cook and the maids only did the chores and especially the cleaning. It was considered very low class to allow the maid to cook for the family but they had no option as her mother was unwell and her father would not be able to cook as he worked.
Several days passed and her mother was back home. She seemed healthy and happy and the little girl was beyond herself with happiness as she had her mother back like she was before. Before she had claimed that her in-laws were poisoning her, that is, and she had been extremely ill, vomiting and feeling feverish. Her dad had given her mother pills to vomit and once her stomach was empty she seemed to feel better but she had never trusted the maid or her in-laws again, so much so that she became totally paranoid and would only use vegetables that she herself bought from the market. The little girl shook off those sad memories and clung to her mother with renewed happiness. Her little brother also joined in although the maid had been trying to keep him away from his mother since he came back from his time at his grandmother. The mother beamed at her two younger children and held them tight against her bosom and the little girl squeezed her younger brother’s hand. She was so happy he was back and that her mother was alright.
After a few days that her mother had been back home, her health started worsening and she had spells of vomiting as well as episodes of deep paranoia where she would clutch the maid by the shoulders and shout at her that she would kill her because she was poisoning her again. She mostly did this in the morning after the father had left but once she started screaming and punching the maid before the father had left. The maid was wailing and asking for help from the neighbours who had come down to see what was causing the ruckus. The father shut the door after asking the neighbours to let him settle the family problems on his own. He turned towards the mother and dragged her to the room where he had kept her before. She started screaming and trying to pull away from him but he kept his grip on her. He opened the door, pushed her in unceremoniously and locked the door behind her. The mother started pleading to be let out but her husband stayed inflexible. The maid gave her a wicked triumphant smile and went into the kitchen sniggering.
On his way out, the father gave the maid the key to the room stating that she should accompany his wife to the toilet whenever she needed to go there and that she must allow her to shower every morning and every evening if she needed to. It was so hot outside that the mother usually preferred to shower twice a day. The maid uttered a low hmpf in consent, not daring to say anything to the father even though she doubted her capacity to handle his wife on her own. She thought that she should ask the older girls to help her with their mother rather than handle things on her own. She went to them and told them they needed to help her with their mother as she was too strong and it would be risky for the maid to let her out on her own. The little girl stayed in her room, listening to everything that was being said.
Shortly after the father’s departure, the mother said she wanted to have a shower. The maid went fearfully to the room and called the older girls but only the eldest came together with the little girl. “Go get your older sister”, said the maid to the little girl who just blinked at her quietly. The maid yelled for the second sister but there was no response. The mother started yelling that she needed to go shower so the maid opened the door cautiously letting the mother out. As soon as she was out, the mother tried to catch the little girl who ran away as her mother’s eyes had turned ablaze. She was yelling at the maid but also at her daughters. She kept saying that the household had turned wicked and everyone had to run away or die. The little girl saw from the corner of her eyes her little brother crawling towards her mother. Before she could do anything, the mother had grabbed her brother and was holding him above her head in an attempt to throw him on the ground.
Suddenly the little girl felt the neighbours brush past her and swiftly retrieve her brother from her mother’s arms. The neighbours ran with the little boy upstairs while the mother turned her attention to the eldest girl and started dragging her outside the house, saying that they should all die. She attempted to clutch the little girl too but the second sister who had run in hearing all the shouting grabbed her younger sister and both of them ran towards the house of the neighbours on the other side of the street. None of the neighbours had, however, thought of retrieving the eldest girl from the clutches of her mother who was now dragging her towards the pond next to the railway station. The little girl looked back at her eldest sister who was squirming, screaming and trying to escape the clutches of her mother. She called to the Bogeyman and there he was, right next to her eldest sister, forcing her mother’s hand open and freeing her eldest sister. She looked on as the Bogeyman gave way to her father who seemed to walk through the Bogeyman and rescue his oldest daughter. Her eldest sister was sobbing in the arms of her father while the Bogeyman looked on seemingly undecided on what to do. The little girl called to the Bogeyman and he flew towards her. As he reached her, she raised her arms and embraced him. Slowly the Bogeyman returned her embrace before softly dissolving into her…
Pour les cœurs faire gémir sentiers vains arpentés 21 mars 2024
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Je recherchais en dunes l’expression du profil de l’aimé reconnaître traits vivants aiguisés De nuit pâleur de lune croise mon battement de cil sortilège à renaître pour mes veines enlisées
De leur bouche les lacunes médisances serviles des dédits me repaître mes atours méprisés bleue sirène en lagune fus-je donc proie facile des desseins champêtres pour mes sens dégrisés
Dans les champs s’étendaient des oiseaux bleu azur de leur bec font frémir étendards argentés que les cieux abattaient sans commune mesure pour les cœurs faire gémir sentiers vains arpentés
Lecture du poème:
Brief translation into English
For hearts to groan, vain paths trodden 21 mars 2024
I was looking in the dunes for the expression of the profile of the beloved to recognize sharp living features Of night the pallor of the moon crosses my fluttering lashes spell to be reborn for my trapped veins
From their mouths the lacks servile backstabbing From denials to nourish myself my finery despised blue mermaid in the lagoon was I an easy prey of rural designs for my sobered senses
In the fields blue birds spread themselves from their beaks make shiver silvery banners that the heavens fell without common measure for hearts to groan, vain paths trodden
Quand surgit la pâleur du futur à éteindre12 janvier 2022
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Nous n’irons plus aux bois tels des enfants légers
Les yeux remplis de rêves et de tendres désirs
Nous n’aurons plus aux doigts cette musique ailée
L’oreille sonnera la trêve de ces fantasques plaisirs
Relevons les éclats de nos cœurs emmêlés
Quand s’écoule lente la sève en un bel élixir
Témoin de nos ébats scellant grandes échappées
Le devoir veut qu’on crève en un dernier soupir
Compterons-nous les secrets des intrépides soldats
Raidis par la douleur de patrie à étreindre?
Des drapeaux à hisser dans un froid de verglas
Quand surgit la pâleur du futur à éteindre
Lecture du poème:
Corneille - Parce qu'on vient de loin
Summarised translation of the Alexandrin French poem into English
When the pallor of the future to be extinguished arises January 12, 2022
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We will no longer go to the woods like light children
Eyes filled with dreams and tender desires
We will no longer have this winged music at the tips of our fingers
The ear will sound the end of these fantastic pleasures
Let’s lift up the shards of our tangled hearts
When the sap slowly flows into a beautiful elixir
Witness of our frolics sealing great escapes
Duty wants us to die in a last sigh
Will we count the secrets of intrepid soldiers
Stiffened by the pain of fatherland to embrace
Flags to be hoisted in a freezing cold
When the pallor of the future to be extinguished arises
Reading of the poem:
A figure so slight
a toe out of dainty shoes
Fleeting outlines blurred
A dash of sulphur
sinuous lines on her brow
a frontier defined
Exploring unknown
tuning into the channel
seizing vast landscapes
Limits extended
choice to heed fluttering ribs
Pinnacle of life
Throbbing subsiding
contours of the world fading
move into nothing
On the edge of death
the Queen handed back the heart
setting boundary
Reading of the poem:
Nancy ajram Hassa bik New نانسي عجرم حاسة بيك with english lyrics
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