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what's o'clock
So much for your azure fleur-de-lis,
And your cross in a chevron d'or.
He will be lilies in a morning breeze
At the foot of a sycamore.
And your cross in a chevron d'or.
He will be lilies in a morning breeze
At the foot of a sycamore.
The world goes round, and the world goes round,
And who knows what may come out of the ground
When a man is planted under a mound.
And who knows what may come out of the ground
When a man is planted under a mound.
