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man sang a silly song About how life can go so terribly Wrong, and being irresponsible. And while walking down The street, chasing every Sweet skirt he’d meet And those rainbows he was Inclined to pursue. Just in case We say adieu The Frog Prince And Sleeping You. Much to my life’s surprise The smoke gets in my eyes Whenever you Hold me Thrill me, Kiss me And Swear you’ll Always miss me Until the end of time... Searching all my mind In retreat of what I find While walking under clouds Drowning in the frowns Of rainbows I am no longer Inclined to pursue. |
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