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Into a nosy guest talking dresses Made of pheasant breasts From magazine gown gazebo And a red-sabred pompous horseman There's a glare from my smock
Into a nosy guest talking dresses Made of pheasant breasts From magazine gown gazebo And a red-sabred pompous horseman There's a glare from my smock
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