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When I am sad and wearyWhen I think all hope has goneWhen I walk along High HolbornI think of you with nothing on
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Adrian Mitchell
Age: 76 †
Born: 1932
Born: October 24
Died: 2008
Died: December 20
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Adrian George Mitchell
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