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I sit in the room in my easy chairAnd ponder my life in the gloom,The source of my wonder is where did it go,While racing me on to the tomb,I thought ..
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The lighthouse at Le Cap de GraceWas damp and dark at best,The rain would sweep in from the south,The wind rage from the west,But nature’s torme..
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We’d picked up the cottage for peanuts, asIt sat on the edge of a wood,The air was damp and we used a lamp,No power in that neighbourhood,But th..
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The wind grew chill on a summer’s dayAnd the clouds built up outside,‘It looks like a storm is coming our way,’Said the folk of Ezra..
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The Queen had paid the eunuchs toDecapitate the King,And once the deed was done, she thought,‘I’m Queen of everything.’She taxed the..
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She wasn’t a striking beauty, butI loved her with all my heart,I know that I always meant to tell,I should have done from the start,But her pres..
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We lived in a house a cleric builtIn fifteen sixty-three,Deep in a copse of Roman ElmsA grand and mighty tree,The place was Tudor, half timbered,And i..
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I got a job at the Carnival,All the fun of the fair,With its Carousels and its Wishing WellsAnd The Ferris wheel up there,With a Gyro Tower and a Grav..
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Marion Carrion, she was a tease,She really knew how to flirt,Would shake her hips and her moving bitsThat were hidden under her skirt.She’d beck..
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We’d been together so long, it seemedThat nothing could tear us apart,We lived our lives in a world of dreamsAnd Barbara lived in my heart,But f..
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