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There's A Flaw In My Flue

I used to sit by my fireplace
And dream about you
But now that won't do
There's a flaw in my flue
Your lovely face in my fireplace
Was all that I saw
But now it won't draw
'Cause my flue has a flaw
From every beautiful ember
A memory arose
Now I try to remember

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