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Lowly espials of the foul king Come from far and wide To play with fenel upon Hamlets frets Notes of staff upon the musician
But woe to the headless players
For they have not seen


Blade of the TurfHes gone now Another blade of the turf, cut short Young in life but aged beyond his years Carrying his unknowing parents with a gambling addiction Encouraged by some, neglected by others But the quid cant stop the whisper There must be more money Even as the secret of secrets lets him knowBlade of the Turf
Which horse and jockey will win, place or show
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