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Black is the shade of my curtain, draped on the wood of my stage Laid under tree and revered by no man, under the cross and the Queen Black is the shade of my curtain, draped on the wood of my stage Drank til we sang and we sung til it hurt, death is my holiday

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Eleventh He Reaches London

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Girt By Piss & Hill Of Grace