| All the peasants in the squares
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| At the tables and their chairs
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| Set to salvage certain numbers
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| From the wonder of the Tundra
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| And the muses in the gloom
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| Counting needles in their rooms
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| On the carpet in the corner
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| In a kind of secret slumber
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| While the information rain
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| Slashed the dirty windowpane to the square
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| Smokey broads and smoky windows in the square
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| Come come charmer come on over for the day
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| Disappearing cocoa forests flash and die
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| Fortunes crumble all demolished in the bay
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| Over forty pointed people In the perfect pointed steeple
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| Looked to see the lucky number
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| Yes the wonder of the Tundra
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| Had come up to fame and fortune
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| Singing his tune, my tune, your tune
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| Wooing daughters of the gifted
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| On the carpets and the courtrooms
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| While the tickets were expensive
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| The show was quite relentless in the square
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| Smokey broads and smoky windows in the square
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| Come come charmer come on over for the day
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| Disappearing cocoa forests flash and die
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| Fortunes crumble all demolished in the bay
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| Dalai Llama lama puss puss
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| Stella maris missa nobis
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| Miss a dinner Miss Shapiro
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| Shampoos pot-pot pinkies pampered
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| Movement hampered like at Christmas
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| Ha-ha isn’t life a circus
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| Round in Circles like the Archers
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| Always stiff and always starchy
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| Yes it’s happening and it’s fattening
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| And it’s all that we can get into the show
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| Smokey broads and smoky windows in the square
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| Come come charmer come on over for the day
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| Disappearing cocoa forests flash and die
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| Fortunes crumble all demolished in the bay |