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Mush
You need to walk all over the Itchen
Find the bridge that will take you there
Cold hands clasp, hang tight on the rail
As rain sweeps all over the town
People in this city call you Mush
Stepping off this bridge of strangers
Hold hands tight deep into the night
Finding faces that will leave us
Lost and forgotten into the light
People in this city call you Mush
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Friday 13th June 2025 1:56 pm
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