Well he's eight years old he's got a flour sack cape tied all around his neck
He's climbing up on top the garage figurin
I guess it all started, thedIMichael Peter Smith
The Dutchman is not the kind of man
To keep his thumb jammed in a dam that holds his dreams in.
But that's a secret only Margaret knows.
When Amsterdam is golden
In the morning Margaret brings him breakfast. She believes him.
He thinks the tulips bloom beneath the snow.
He's mad as he can be, but Margaret only sees that sometimes.
Sometimes she sees her unborn children in his eyes.
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