How, I got so high on her
many thorns let me know.
Shake speared Romeo
Juliet's gown was not torn.
Roses cent my Darline, days
rain blooms is petal round.
Why did you push me, the
thorns clown me, stop it now.
Please, I hate using force,
Choruses are free to make.
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