George Harrison - Ballad Of Sir Frankie Crisp

<!-- Page Code:R2VvcmdliEhhcnJpc29uiC0gQmFsbGFkiE9miFNpciBGcmFua2lliENyaXNwiA== --> let it roll across the floor through the hall and out the door to the fountain of perpetual mirth let it roll for all it's worth find me where ye echo lays lose ye bodies in the maze see the lord and all the mouths he feeds let it roll among the weeds let it roll let it roll down through the caves
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