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The royal spit, the truth covered
Known fears are lost in our lover
The royal blood
The blood of royal
The white gun
Of the loyals
For lawyer tribs, the last troubles
Trough, hears lost in covered
Crew cheers, mostly shuttered
Golden years golden shover
The royal blood
The blood of royal
The white gun
Of the loyals
