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Beautiful Lyre
I am the prince of principalities
But evil I am not
I am the king of formalities
Yet lies fill my draught
Enter my manor of manners
Abysmal abode
Filled with peaceful planners
Horrors are stowed
My tongue is of the finest silk
Made to be taut
My eyes are like the whitest milk
A soul, surely not
Yes, I have many fiendish friends
A very pleasant lot
And now, here your story ends
I'll enact my master plot
But evil I am not
I am the king of formalities
Yet lies fill my draught
Enter my manor of manners
Abysmal abode
Filled with peaceful planners
Horrors are stowed
My tongue is of the finest silk
Made to be taut
My eyes are like the whitest milk
A soul, surely not
Yes, I have many fiendish friends
A very pleasant lot
And now, here your story ends
I'll enact my master plot
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