Long long ago in China
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I'm told
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To England was traded
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Some tea
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And so sealed the fate
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In pieces of eight
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All England and all of the world
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Yeah...poppies
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When soon his majesty
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Sent soldiers and thieves
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To India searching for gold
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Instead from the ground
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Some magic they found
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Something far better I'm told
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Yeah...poppies
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Yeah...poppies
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And now this story told
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From days of our own
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When gossamer doggies
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Ran ran
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They'd patiently wait
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With pieces of eight
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So everybody could smile
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Yeah...poppies
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Yeah...poppies
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Poppies
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| Marcy Playground |
