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Long long ago, in |
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China I'm told |
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To England was traded some tea |
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And so sealed the fate in pieces of eight |
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All England and all of the world |
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Yeah, poppies |
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When soon his majesty sent soldiers and thieves |
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To India searching for gold instead from the ground |
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Some magic they found |
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Something far better |
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I'm toldYeah, poppies |
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Yeah, poppies |
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And now this story told from days of our own |
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When gossamer doggies ran ran |
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They'd patiently wait with pieces of eight |
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So everybody could smile one more time |
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Yeah, poppies |
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Yeah, poppies |
