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....twilight...? ? ? ? Ive seen your place before, Ive tread thid field ? ? ? I bought a plastic light, my separate ceiling bladeMy city to the scope, my ? ? ? ? spokesMy ? ? ? ? But shell never never knowMy ? ? has a ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? I come from lots of? ? ? ? My very modest tricksMy pricks and belly rose (? )My operation blows? ? ? My big pollution growsI never spoke of floodMy ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? .....(aaarrgghh!!! okay, I give up for now; this may not be right, but at least I tried!Im sure it will all come to me in a dream one night withA man on a flaming pie clearly spouting the words to thisSong. Ill get back with you.....deborah)