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…twilight???? ??
Ive seen your place before, Ive tread thid field? ??
I bought a plastic light, my separate ceiling blade
My city to the scope, my? ?? ? spokes
My? ?? ?
But shell never never know
My? ? has a? ??
I come from lots of?? ??
My very modest tricks
My pricks and belly rose (?)
My operation blows
My big pollution grows
I never spoke of flood
My? ?? ??
(aaarrgghh!!! okay, I give up for now; this may not be right, but at least I tried!
Im sure it will all come to me in a dream one night with
A man on a flaming pie clearly spouting the words to this
Song. Ill get back with you… deborah)