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The moon shone on the village green It shone on little Nell Was she pumping water? Was she f***ing hell.

Kipling... God gives all men all earth to love, But since man’s heart is small, Ordains for each one spot shall prove Beloved over all. Each to his choice, and I rejoice The lot has fallen to me In a fair ground—in a fair ground— Yea, Sussex by the sea...