| Prominent local aristocrats
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| Painted red throughout history
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| A fortune born out of sugar
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| Led the family to the social summit
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| The daughter of Montreal’s fourth mayor
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| Laid silently at rest in her bed
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| As her son of twenty four years
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| Studied mercilessly in the adjacent room
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| As night settled darkness fell upon the Square Mile Mansion
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| Delirious thanks to her pain medication
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| Ada Maria Mill Repath
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| Unlocked the top drawer of her nightstand
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| And removed from it a fevered solution
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| But her flimsy faint grip allowed it to fall
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| Clattering to the floor
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| Once Clifford’s focus was interrupted
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| He headed out in search of the racket
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| But when he entered his Mother’s room
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| It was already splattered with her blood brains and bones
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| The aspiring med student resolved to seal his own fortune as well
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| The pressures of life had completely crippled him
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| Three days later they were already both six feet below
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| Rotting slowly as the populous' interest
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| Took flight as the rumours grew so did the mystery of it all
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| Sadly Sherbrooke Street was never quite the same
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| The Golden Square Mile was forever tainted
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| The gloom that engulfed their mansion
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| Still remains present today |