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Dark
Dank
Mouldering mills.
Skeletal forms
Of industrial days.
Gone the rattle and clatter
Of shuttles,
Only the ghosts
Of forgotten days.
Forgotten days of
Toil and sweat,
Slaves to Master,
Church and Mill.
Empty souls,
Empty stomachs,
Pittance money is all that was paid.
Born to the mill,
Died in the mill,
No time for playing
In those forgotten days.
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