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Frankendrink


Always on the wagon Dreading the platform Bluevine in their mugs Fogs their visions "Frankendrink", they claim "Warm it above the flame Add the freshest pear And steer the wagon wheel Lady Frankendrink", they state On board the wagon with sails "Clockwise?", the lady asks "The bluevine is in your mugs Frankendrink", the lady adds "Shall ferry you to the lights" "Lady Frankendrink?", they ask Atop the platform's arch "It's in your mugs", the lady adds "Frankendrink is in your hands"
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