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could say Cause when the weather decides She always has it's way I'm just an old mouldboard, Cut from cast iron ore Never once a broken share Now
a mouldboard pen Out of oxen, with a liver shaped fork, cutting out scars like county road We died in the same place every time Almost written down Halfway
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