nd-I remembered yours
I heard it one time
You forgot, of course
My December prime
About your week
I know all
Must be a freak
I hide in the hall
Will walk 'til it rings
If not, then I
For you in the things
Lunch, search low and high
Is not in stock
My stolen heart
It's no shock that
This is the start
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