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“Puff, the Magic Dragon, lived by the sea, and frolicked in the Autumn Mist in a land called Honah Lee, little Jacky Paper loved that rascal Puff, and gave him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff.”

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Puff the Magic Dragon

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Peter Yarrow
Peter Yarrow

Peter Yarrow, born on May 31, 1938, is a renowned singer. He was a member of the influential folk music group Peter, Paul and Mary, which gained widespread popularity in the 1960s and 1970s. Yarrow is known for his heartfelt singing and his active involvement in civil rights and anti-war movements. more

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