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O Why Do You Walk
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Look not in my eyes, for fear
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The Merry Guide
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Now hollow fires burn out to black
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It nods and curtseys and recovers
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The Immortal Part
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Hughley Steeple -
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Twice a week the winter thorough
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Shot? so quick, so clean an ending?
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Oh fair enough are sky and plain
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