An ordinary man can... surround himself with two thousand books... and thenceforward have at least one place in the world in which it is possible to be happy.

Augustine Birrell

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Sunday Mail
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I'm just out here in the street practically
I'm just waitin' for the Sunday mail
Oh it doesn't come
 
Will you send me something soon
Will you swing me near the moon
With those words, I know
I know you will, I know you will
I know you will
 
I'm just out here in the street, practically
I'm just waitin' for the Sunday mail
Oh it never comes oh
 
Will you send me something soon
Will you swing me near the moon
With those words, I know
I know you will, I know you will
I know you will, I know you will