祭司Blunt

When we are scattered afar and asunder, parted are those who are singing today. When we look back and forgetfully wonder what we were like in our learning and play. Oh, the great days will bring distance enchanted. Days of fresh air in the rain and the sun, how we rejoiced as we struggled and panted, Echoes of dreamland, Hailsham lives on.

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