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ANATHEA
Lazlo Feher stole a stallion,
Stole him from the misty mountain,
And they chased him and they caught him,
And in iron chains they bound him.Word was brought to Anathea
That her brother was in prison.
“Bring me gold and six fine horses,
I will buy my brother’s freedom.””Judge, O Judge, please spare my brother,
I will give you gold and silver.”
“I [...]

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Fresh from the desert mountain, a shade of red you’re not likely to see again this side of a Belle Epoque bordello.