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Three Fantastic
Somebody's been picking tulips of the wrong variety.
Somebody's planted the bulbs of high society.
Sweet sunshine, cook my skin,
Sweet sunshine, entertain me,
Sweet sunshine, pet my gravy.
Oh, good gravy.
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