| Hibiscus head in a flower bed
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| A finger hewn planted and sewn
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| Oh, magic in her hands
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| She could make anything grow
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| Magic in her hands
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| She had green fingers
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| It’s curious where the animals don’t go Mandrake rooted deep into the soil
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| Where the sun won’t fall but it flourishes
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| See the pretty maids all in a row
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| Magic in her hands
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| She could make anything grow
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| Magic in her hands
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| She had green fingers
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| It’s reaching
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| And groping a clammy handshake
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| Clawing the ivy
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| Crawling the tight rope along the lattice work
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| With this hand I thee wed
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| With this hand I thee bed
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| With this hand I With this hand, oh With this hand I With this hand, oh With this hand I With this hand
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| With this hand I With this hand
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| With this hand I With this hand
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| With this hand I |