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epitome of incomprehensibility
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The song lyrics:
All the lonely people come from
Where the flowers all have gone.
When we feel uprooted, we say
“Please stay off the lawn!”
We’re not all good-natured
But our culture aims to please.
We take our probiotics
With exotic herbal teas.
Back in my hippie days
When colours were extra bright,
I took a trip to Daisyworld
To see in a different light
Where black and white daisies lay
In valleys of pearly grey.
I knew I would regret the day
You called me your hyacinth girl
Cause I know where the flowers went
It’s Bloomsday in Daisyworld.
April showers bring May flowers
Just like Geoffrey Chaucer said.
Still, I feel uprooted;
Why did I get out of bed?
Gardens are a wasteland, sometimes
I just don’t know how to feel,
Chasing my allusions
In the desert of the real.
Let’s give this game a whirl
In Ruby or maybe Perl.
I’ll wear a red rose or a white
A bright spot in lonely hours.
So give me your answer, do,
For Bloomsday in Daisyworld.
Tomorrow the sun shines for you
With old-fashioned flower power.
Tomorrow the sun shines for you
With old-fashioned flower power.
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