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From The Centre reporter.

1897-04-15 |

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Fall like a snowflake, from heaven to hell

Fell to be trampled as flith in tho etreetโ€”

Fell to be scoffed at, spit on and beat,

Praying, cursing, wishing to dis,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and fearing the dead.

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