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By Augie March, "Well met, well met" said an old true love, "well
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By Augie March, You can't walk through the Isle of the Dead, you
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By Augie March, Rattle rattle, face to the battle,
Set your jaw for the
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By Augie March, Just an ordinary day, I knew that autumn was on
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By Augie March, Well our dogs get along, but have you noticed how
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By Augie March, Here sits a once good gardener, pale as a shadow
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By Augie March, How sweet it is to be loved by you,
And taking
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By Augie March, This is a song, not like the other ones,
secret and
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By Augie March, The golden sun is ever gentle in the Valley of
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By Augie March, There's something at the bottom of the black pool,
I daren't
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By Augie March, We will adjust to this new condition of living like
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By Augie March, This light doesn't hide in a bushel anymore,
But I don't
