Gallamazzarr
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)Transcript
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gala Mazar in the far off land of Gala, Mazar little green men drove little green cars with little green wives and little green lives. In the far off land of Gala Mazar in the far off land of Palomas, our little pink men drove little pink cars with a little pink wives and little pink lives in the far off land of Palomas are in the far off land of Gala Mazar. The king cast his eye overseas. He saw mountains topped in candy pink lined by magenta trees. The magenta trees had tea rose leaves that glinted in a cherry son, while in between those pink leave trees, future streams did run the future. Streams lead through the dales of salmon, pink and peach on the dales themselves swept tinkly down onto a taffy beach. And at the Taffy beach lay a village in the sun with rosewood floors and rosewood walls and roofs of bubble gum. The king, in greenest envy, swept his eye across this land and thought how lovely it would be to dance on Tuffy Sand in the far off land of Palomas are the king cast his eye over seas, he saw mountains topped in apple green line by sharp rose trees. The charter's trees had lime green leaves that glinted in an emerald son, while in between those green leave trees, Mantis streams did run. The Mantis streams lead through the dales of mint and fellow green, and the dales themselves swept Greenlee down onto a mosque. Green beach. And at the mosque, Green Beach lay a village in the sun with malachite floors and malachite walls and roofs of green gauge plum. The king, in pink assed envy, swept his eye across this land and thought how lovely it would be to dance on moss green sand. In the far off land of Gala Mazar, the king prepared his fleet, resplendent all in sea foam green with sales of freak a wheat. They set out on the Mantis, see the emerald son on high and strove towards the small pink cove that caught the kingly I in the far off land of Palomas are the king prepared, his fleet resplendent all in Spanish pink with sales of solo Zia wheat. They set out on the future, see the cherry son on high and strove towards the small green cove that caught of the kingly I so on, they sail through pink and green towards horizons, never seen with hope in heart of change to be of better pinks and better greens. Day in, day out, through dusk and dawn, each windblown ship sail slowly on until one day at breaking light. They saw confusion in the skies as pink and green combined their Hughes and turned into a navy blue see below them curled and swirled as pink and green began to merge until all members off the cruise saw the sea was turquoise blue. This was the equator, the middle of the world, where all those separate colours came together. In a world cautiously approaching, the two kings saw each other than each king shouted loudly, Good God, that's my brother! He may be pink, he maybe green. He may be any colour, but I can tell you here and now that that's my long lost brother. It seems that many years ago, when they were babes newborn, the ship in which they travelled sailed into a storm. The last act of their parents was to give each child away to a member ofthe the crew in the hope that they'd escape. The crewmen fought to save the lives of the babes held in their arms, but in the fury of the storm, the men were torn apart. Each man and babe floated for days alone on the unkind see until at last they landed on a soft and friendly beach. The sailors built a makeshift house of wood from beachside trees until they had at last a home, one pink, the other green. And as the lads, eight different foods spent time in different sons. Those things that made them brothers set them both apart. Each became a king of the land in which they grew, and they lost every memory of the family they once knew. They scanned the bland horizon each and every day, looking for what they knew not but hoping anyway. And as they gazed across the waves, they knew what they had sought. It wasn't land or coloured sands, but the family they had lost. So now pink is pink and green is green, and they're happy to be whatever they be. No longer do King's gaze at the sea looking for something that cannot be seen