♪ A bit of way to Transylvania ... ♪
Hehehe, it's good, let it go.
♪ That Lydia, aunt's grand-paragon, ♪
♪ she plays songs that world have long buried, ♪
♪ and whom she will see, will be punch by the sight, ♪
♪ and she wears bell-bottoms, hit of the sixties. ♪
♪ He's here ... ♪
Mavish!

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