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Lance
Lance's tongue is sick!
So the fish sings to mock his blathering the swish of the strainer the strike of his chisel
Fresh fish ,dried fish numb the pressure crack !
Fold a mausoleum on his arthritic back
the congregation hovers as his old god rests
Lord let the bell ring the ministry is ill its the lustre of the cross
lord let the bell ring knaves burn isles burn snow melts into moss
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