Ordinary peach

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Skies of honey And the plastic Sun Its only one use is in your eyes Soon we will be there But I don't know where I'm out of me She cries behind a purple veil then she flies to see the Corporal Snail I'm out of me I'm out of me Now I am the bee This kind of war Isn't good for me

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