A man of war is like a bee and a stalk,
Stalker of a living corpse,
The man is against a tank of dedication,
He linked himself to the second heaven,
Whilst the droning of bees was heard from a swarm.
I loved him if he was a lace or a zip,
A little love would not miss.
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