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when my lady friend starts to drive me mad
with harmoniums from the interweb
i say please please please allay
history is dead and grows deader each day
like the manuscripts piled vertically
in the windowsill from the library
oh please please please allay
print it is dead and grows deader each day
but we're still alive in these compartments of skin
and if i'm driven to insanity
she will come to me and whisper gently
please please please allay
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