| Oh there she stood on the cliffs of orchid
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| And the mountains did cry her name
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| And the flowers came a-cryin' for her passin' did the worst
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| As she turned her gaze to the sea
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| How the wind blew that night
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| And the window of the voices carried the voice of her grandfather
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| And the voice of the old man whispered into her ears, «Do not concern
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| Yourself with the deep deep blue sea.»
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| She stood on the cliffs and she watched
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| As the ocean did roll itself into that earthly ball
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| Well the crash on the sandy earth we knew not where she wallowed
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| But she did not see the essence of the end
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| Follow down those steep grimy steps
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| At the time of a child is at hand
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| She descends way on the smile of a nation
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| Only to find that she’s lost her man to that deep blue horizon of the
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| Shore
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| Can I try some of your biscuits?
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| Your biscuits are delightful
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| Your biscuits are delightful
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| They’re flakey and they’re chew—
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| Chewy like the raisins you put inside your bread
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| And when it comes time for the supper
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| You’ll be there instead of Fred
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| As she go a-corner she knew she wasn’t the (incomprehensible)
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| Now she’s got the calling of the ancient writing on her head
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| She’s a beauty and she knowed it
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| Her man is lost at sea
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| With her grandfather away for the night
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| She was the shining flea
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| The shining flea jumps from man to man
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| Giving all it can to inflict disease
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| It’s the end of a new time a noonish and to a (incomprehensible)
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| Well that’s going to be time as it’s going to take approximately forty-five
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| Hours here past the hour
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| Also some other things that we’ve been a part of have been dismantled by
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| The society as well and we’ll be looking at that later at nine-thirty
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| But first up we need sports scores, and sports scores it is; |
| given by our
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| Favorite sports guru: Sledge Flurson. |
| Sledge? |