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From The Centre reporter.

1889-04-04 |

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Once 1 was pure as the snow, but 1 fellโ€”

Fell like a snowflake from heaven to hell

Fell, to be trampled as flith in the streev~

Fell, to be scoffed at, spit on and beat:

Praying, eursing, wishing to dis,

Belling my soul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for a morsel of broad,

Hating the living and fearing the dead.

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