“Mirrorflax in the handy, am I the king?” The mirror hesitates embarrassed then begins it to sing:
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You are beautiful, but for that can you nothing!
Neither reading nor writing nor what other.
“Mirrorflax in the handy, am I the king?” The mirror hesitates embarrassed then begins it to sing:
You are beautiful, but for that can you nothing!
Neither reading nor writing nor what other.