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/thought you’d find it useful/
Watching her dash away, swinging an old bouquet (dead roses)Sake and strange divine Uh-h-h-uh-h-uh (you’ll make it)Passionate bright young things, takes her away to war (don’t fake it)Sadden glissando stringsUh-h-h-uh-h-uh, (you’ll make it) Who’ll love a lady insaneBattle cries and champagne just in time for sunriseWho’ll love Aladdin Sane
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A covert of coots
I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks, which braces my nerves and fills me with delight.
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A scold of jays
I try in vain to be persuaded that the pole is anything but the region of beauty and delight.
Alladyinsane 