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Lying at the spot
Where the wind never ceases to blow
On my flushing face
Left my warm abode
To wander with the wooden fools
Who reside in these parts
They comfort more than faces ever could

Left my warm abode
To wander with the wooden fools
Who reside in these parts
They comfort more than faces ever did

They come too soon
They come too soon
They comе too soon
They come too soon
They comе too soon
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

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