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Here we go again, then:
1. A little town, a dwarf, a lost path and one Master of Ceremonies combine – however tumultuously – for him.
2. She’s like a country in turmoil.
3. He confuses the French king.
4. A wilder roar than that will bring him.
5. Vegetable changes vowels and is blended for him.
6. It takes three paths, a sheep, and great unrest to find her.
7. See a Dark Elf gallivant around for him!
8. See him suffer lashes, initially, then chaos.
9. Policemen’s chorus loses order and sailor for him.
10. How the toga’d ones were toga’d, he shows, if chaotically.
11. For this, Petrarch’s muse, (here unsung), meets one who brought us a shieldmaiden, (we hear).
12. With seven pushbacks, it sounds like a seventies serial might cede a fragrant one for a bun fight.
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