All the peasants in the squares
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At their 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 in formation rain
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Slashed the dirty window pane to the square.
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Smoky 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
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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 of 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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Smoky 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 marls 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 or 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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Smoky 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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Miss Shapiro
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Brian Eno |