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A Maid Called Mer
When the moon comes up on Kalani Bay. A maid called Mer comes out to play.
She’s from a distant land, a northern clime and colder land
She’s an Irish lass it’s said. Her hair is flaming red.
She came by way of whale back one day. At least that’s what they say
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