I am sighing into morning pennywhistles, and looking for sweet honey in the rock. I enjoy me long walks in the mountain streams, and ye old nectar from the fairies and other little things. Me beard never had it so good. I make me boot bop and me leg shiver when i hear the unicorn's final melody. The hills of time wonder about me. Let them. I pick the strings, sing the lulls, and fetch me steeds on any ole mystic glen.
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