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by dx211
3881 days ago
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O' the demon of rum is abroad in the land.
His victims are falling on every hand,
The wise and the sinful, the brave and the fair.
No station too high for his vengeance to spare.
O woman, the sorrow and pain is with you.
And so be the joy and the victory too ;
With this for your motto and succor divine :
The lips that touch liquor shall never touch mine!
The lips that touch liquor shall never touch mine! Sing it with me! |
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