I wound my dressing around my wound,
as I tear it off a tear.
Rolls down my cheek I realize,
what your eyes are about to hear.
The wind cant wind my watch I watch,
and see it isn't so.
The bark cant bark its from the tree,
and not the dog I know.
The dove dove down then swooped back up,
just putting on a show.
I shoot the bow then take a bow,
as I aced the target slow.
I am so close to close this deal,
just read what I've read you'll know.
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