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When the outside temperature rises and the meaning is, oh, so clear
One thousand and one yellow daffodils begin to dance in front of you, oh dear 
Are they trying to tell you something? You're missing that one final screw 
You're simply not in the pink, my dear - to be honest, you haven't got a clue. When the outside temperature rises and the meaning is, oh, so clear One thousand and one yellow daffodils begin to dance in front of you, oh dear Are they trying to tell you something? You're missing that one final screw You're simply not in the pink, my dear - to be honest, you haven't got a clue.
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