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There once was a fellow Whose flowers were all yellow They bloomed like a star But got run over by a car So now the man is planting blue flowers Which may take him many hours Even though these blue flowers will never replace The spot in his heart which the yellow flowers were laced He started to love those blue flowers Just as much as his beloved yellow flowers
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