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Jack-A-Lynn cold aeroplanes, slow boats, warm trains remind me of Jack-A-Lynn lush hotels and pretty girls won't cheer the misty mood i'm in silly, sad -- i've never had to write this before -- oh, Jack-A-Lynn funny how long nights allow thoughts of Jack-A-Lynn when phantoms tread around my bed to offer restless dreams they bring and it's just the time and place to find a sad song to play for Jack-A-Lynn magpies that shriek, old boots that leak call me to Jack-A-Lynn coal-black cats in policeman's hats nosing where the mice have been and the long miaow's beginning now and i'm far, far from home -- and Jack-A-Lynn
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