Wildman .1
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In a village where folk dancers spun,
On Sundays, their dance had just begun.
To copper they turned with a fateful glance,
Their lively steps caught in a timeless dance.
In a village where folk dancers spun,
On Sundays, their dance had just begun.
To copper they turned with a fateful glance,
Their lively steps caught in a timeless dance.
In a village where folk dancers spun,
On Sundays, their dance had just begun.
To copper they turned with a fateful glance,
Their lively steps caught in a timeless dance.