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All Fall Mall




How great the Fall
Yes, how great the Fall.
Was anything forgotten, was anything left whole --
Oh,
itch on bite
The mortal rite
Weed and wheat confused
My memory’s abused
By the things I’ve been.
Oh when, when, when,
Will You come again, and save me
From my sindication.

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