Oh I woke up in Divarrje pledging P.P. icycles and Lamar I don't even know Heard
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about my love for fairy coquelicot oh oh oh oh oh oh. Oh I made crepes for P.P.
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sleep he's in the astronomer naming a few beds that aren't far Persuading him to
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sleep his dreams in jars oh oh oh oh oh. Plumy plum drops of pear shaped rain
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and tear drops dripping pastly from peacock parasols that obcure the mad
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procession. oh oh oh I modeled hoops of glass to console P.P. who buried his
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hands but can't remember when even if he wears his hair like then oh oh oh is
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that coquelicot peering throagh the poppies, peeping through the poppies oh oh
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oh coquelicot coquelicot
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The Peacock Parasols
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| Of Montreal |
