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With mistletoe and candle green |
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To Halloween we go |
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Ten murdered oranges bled on board ship |
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Lent comedy to shame |
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The cattle graze bolt uprightly |
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Seducing down the door |
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To saddle swords and meeting place |
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We have no place to go |
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Then wearily the footsteps worked |
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The hallelujah crowds |
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Too late but wait the long-legged bait |
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Tripped uselessly around |
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Sebastopol Adrianapolis |
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The prayers of all combined |
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Tear down the flags of ownership |
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The walls are falling down |
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A belt to hold |
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Columbus too, perimeters of nails |
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Perceived the Mamma's golden touch |
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Good neighbours were we all |
