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"The Hundred Acre Front"
On the hundred acre front... I see my faded past On the hundred acre front... The horizon's fading fast The horizon fades quick as the sun is surely falling The world outside can be obscene, and also most appalling The hundred acre front... Oh, I always hear it calling The horizon, the horizon... In the morning will be sprawling So, I pray for the morning... When the horizon comes back crawling On the hundred acre front... I see my faded past On the hundred acre front... The horizon's fading fast B.L. Houghtalin
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