The world is heavy,
our shoulders are frail,
pack your bags and lift the sails.
The doors have been closed,
the candles blown,
take me far away from home,
'til better days reach the shore
and I no longer feel remorse.
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Gin in Teacups
Random"Oh down in Albion They're black and blue But we don't talk about that Are you from 'round here? How do you do? I'd like to talk about that Talk over Gin in teacups And leaves on the lawn Violence in bus stops And the pale thin girl with eyes forlor...
