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a spicy scent upon the evening air
a single sniff can bring back all the pain
all recollection flows into the light
it is not cleansed by either sun or rain
the pace of life does not remove the stain
of who we were nor does it ease our plight
a single sniff can bring back all the pain
so many secrets held within one brain
and just one lie that it is sweet and bright
it is not cleansed by either sun or rain
we hear the song and wish you would refrain
from that bald chorus it does not delight
a single sniff can bring back all the pain
the sweetness vanishes from the old cane
and all the leaves are wilted by a blight
it is not cleansed by either sun or rain
in utter silence we're forced to abstain
from all the things to which we had a right
a single sniff can bring back all the pain
it is not cleansed by either sun or rain