Shorshe shorshe for all...
In every drain pipe,
In every mall broken down...
In every tall tree lies
A multitude of shorshe blossoms...
Mustard this ripe spring
Smells beautiful
And mustard blossoms
Bloom in my heart...
Mustard for me,
Mustard for you
Let us all
Mustard blossoms choose!
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