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Adventures in Albion
Weep, weep O Walsingam, Whose dayes are nightes,
Blessings turned to blasphemies, Holy deedes to dispites.
Sinne is where our Ladye sate, Heaven turned is to helle;
Sathan sitte where our Lord did swaye,
Walsingam, oh, farewell!
3 comments:
Congratulations. I'm mad with jealousy.
Wales? Is that what they gave you, Wales?
EV: you're just jealous. Admit it.
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