She is warm cool in nature
So shall it be when she appears in picture
She speaks with her blooming beauty
She is biased, she agitates for equity
He was calm, cool and responsible
When with us, he was commendable
He played various plays with us
Including the one we played on a horse
They met and he changes
She met him and our play ranges
He met her and he hates what he likes
As if he has been turned into garden pikes
When I called him to see the new one
I told him not to lose the already game won
Turning back, I saw her with a knife
Vowing ferociously to end his life
She said" play with them if you have gut "
Claim to end his life like that of nut
She stole our friend and his soul
I saw her when she did so
Our Friend speaks of nothing but vegetable
Our sermons to him are
uncountable
We miss him for she bought him without money
In that faithful morning
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