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Diving
the Wreck
Southern Spire
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Old Victoria, steely matron, leaves are fallin',
quick now catch them
We drink the day, sing church piano, we’ll climb all over your
marble apron
And sing high - sweeping up the glass into the
fireside
Here’s to - frozen toes and your white winter blanket
Southern Spire! - as high as I, and I and I...
Follow those fallen Autumn leaves down that
river Leith,
It’s in the veins of you and me and it’s course is fixed
As time moves on we’re closer to home
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