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Poppies
A thousand poppies laid out before the river
Dancing upon the songful wind
Their mouths agape
They can only dream of what that
Blue will taste like
When one day they grow tall enough
To swallow it whole
A thousand poppies laid out before the river
Dancing upon the songful wind
Their mouths agape
They can only dream of what that
Blue will taste like
When one day they grow tall enough
To swallow it whole
