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Old Mill When was your first brick laid Old Mill With you soot darkened smokestack Old Mill Next to the river Old Mill Train tracks right inside Old Mill The windows still there Old Mill The wide planks floors Old Mill Remember the looms Old Mill The center of town Old Mill The boss sat upstairs Old Mill As cold in January as hot in July Old Mill The little hands once worked in your cellars Old Mill Now converted to lofts Old Mill Don't give up your secrets Old Mill Continue to stand urbanly proud
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Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 7:56 PM UTC
Old Mill
Old Mill When was your first brick laid Old Mill With you soot darkened smokestack Old Mill Next to the river Old Mill Train tracks right inside Old Mill The windows still there Old Mill The wide planks floors Old Mill Remember the looms Old Mill The center of town Old Mill The boss sat upstairs Old Mill As cold in January as hot in July Old Mill The little hands once worked in your cellars Old Mill Now converted to lofts Old Mill Don't give up your secrets Old Mill Continue to stand urbanly proud
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Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 7:56 PM UTC
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