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say, isn't it beautiful? isn't it marvelous?
the planes of mahatma are whitely bombarding us
it cuts to the bone
that i'm sitting at home
and smoking the incense from tartarus
it isn't for me to decide what is stellar
go on, be my guest, buy some elvis costello
i got an idea
it's stunningly queer
i'll sail off to summer forever
the planes of mahatma are whitely bombarding us
it cuts to the bone
that i'm sitting at home
and smoking the incense from tartarus
it isn't for me to decide what is stellar
go on, be my guest, buy some elvis costello
i got an idea
it's stunningly queer
i'll sail off to summer forever