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The dust season's got
no reason
to come and excuse
the dust
season's got
a dust reason
for
the lust sea son
follows
the lust season
then another one
falls.
The smell of old leaves
leaves
the smell of old
England
smells of old
Ingland
is
landing.
Then the bells'¦
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