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The Victorian Stain
The Belgian Congo might appear
a thousand fathoms far away,
but it's as close to me
as Reg's Fish & Chips.
I suppose it's the old
Victorian stain, the cold
that is reaching for God in my heart,
and finding it only part by part.
a thousand fathoms far away,
but it's as close to me
as Reg's Fish & Chips.
I suppose it's the old
Victorian stain, the cold
that is reaching for God in my heart,
and finding it only part by part.
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