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1905, as I struggled with the fiercest pains I’d known
Abbey road 9, I took notice of a brass plate on the wallDr QuayleFigured out fine, until then my dreaming habits had been wrong
Took me no time, to remodel and redecorate the hallDr QuayleWoke up one night in a lather and yet frozen to the bone
Came to my mind, except you, friends and family no longer calledDr Quayle
Are you that kind?
I think you might

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