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Silly little words of thought
Are so cheaply sold and bought. Love, romance - above us all Floating, floating - till they fall. Feelings crawling through the lines For the good ol' softy rhymes. Lovely words, entangled words Ringing like the lil' ol' birds. Fluffy sounds and mushed ideas Clinging on Achile's heels. Two for one at every deal Just for learning what to feel. Care for more than just before? Read ahead, it's here in store. Silly little words of man Telling everything he can. Listen, it's so crystal clear! Those absurde, short rhymes you hear. Empty, void, deprived of life Like a fifty year old wife. Neverthless, they sell quite well, I wonder why...never could tell.
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