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Wuthering Heights

> Bad Hobbits Die Hard

Bad Hobbits Die Hard

To a tree in the edge of the wood

And they all sang a song called the bottle of smoke
They blew their whistles... their drums they stroke
And the fair young ladies thay danced in the night
To the sound of the band in the flickering light

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Albüm: Far From The Madding Crowd

Gönderen: yAREL [11 Nisan 2007 00:26:50]

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