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Any day that the old town will call

Is the bid of my married adieu,

And I can’t imagine a finer fold to the few

Sunny days, and a day of coming home to you,

The surreal intimacy of a secretive tune.

Bending over backwards,

And straining till my back hurts,

To settle the score of a hundred

Houses that are run down

And chasing to the ground

I can swim

And so bathe the cold dose away

From the end of the day

And from the back of my knees

Bending over backwards

And straining till my back hurts

To settle the score of a hundred

Houses that are run down

And chasing to the ground

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