Oh well, I could tell it seemed fake as hell!
The more I thought it rang a bell, I won't go into a shell.
It's not like I fell.
No one would buy it or I wouldn't try it.
I just have to exchange it, probably rearrange it.
Counterfeit can't fulfill what I need.
I'd be as forge of myself and count on no one else.
You were insincere, so goodbye my dear!
Have no reverence, as I'll be hunky-dory and start a new story!
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