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The boots she was wearing when she slipped into the mine.
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A story I couldn't tell
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Until I'd walked a mile in Mary's shoes.
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Take a look.
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It's hour one
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And it's as if my feet have been placed in vise grips.
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We're at the two-hour mark, and, actually, right now I feel pretty-
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Light source.
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And god said, let there be...
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Light.
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Ooh. Voil? Yes.
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Yes, it's perfect. Yes. This is per-