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I drank my Hill of Grace whole, we slept through weather
Our wealth and our toil
I drank my Hill of Grace, I drank my hermitage, I drank
My ethenol to sleep in the soil
I drank my Hill of Grace whole, we slept through weather
Our wealth and our toil
I drank my Hill of Grace, I drank my hermitage, I drank
My ethenol to sleep in the soil