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When black waves break on the world
You make the pieces go to poppyland

Wished-upon moonbeams
And abandoned dreams
They fall like snow on poppyland

And when the bloom is off the rose, man
Poppyland is where it goes

In the tame gray here, we all disappear
But the walls have eyes in poppyland

All your favorite things
Are painted on the wings
Of the butterflies of poppyland

And the people the gods forgive, man
Poppyland is where they live

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