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| IT WAS IN THAT DULL JULY WHEN I CORNHOLED PASSERSBY. I COULD NOT TELL YOU WHY. MONSIGNOR, OH MONSIGNOR! | |
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| AND THOUGH I FELT THE LOVE BELOW, I JUST COULD NOT LET YOU KNOW. HOW MUCH IS IT FOR A BLOW? MONSIGNOR, OH MONSIGNOR! | |
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| AND THEN I LOST YOU TO THE NIGHT, WHICH MADE ME SHAKE WITH FRIGHT. HOW WAS I TO KNOW? MONSIGNOR, OH MONSIGNOR! | |
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| NOW I CHASE THE ENDS OF EARTH, SEEKING SWEET WORDS OF REBIRTH. KNOW THAT I'LL NEVER LET YOU GO. MONSIGNOR, OH MONSIGNOR! | |
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