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White leopards of three Beneath the juniper tree Have their fun, you starve in the sun It makes no sense to me Auld and the lionesque Lowborn patiently crept Wrath, greed, marrow and mead Flocks are properly fleeced White leopards of three We’re gonna set you free The asp glides the vine Gorged on rotter’s wine Apples you see, stay under the tree It makes no sense to me Radicals will seethe Old masters barely breathe The cold we stood, you never made good Time to meet the bull of the woods White leopards of three We’re gonna set you free Maiden’s beastmaster, fly wild from the lavender Lunge, betrample, through glorious deathknell We will You’re set free From Letras Mania