tut, it 's just me when i grow old,
poo, fter all, some men are born great,
singing the love song
of winter's night, hurting thoughts,
kisses of life, because of you,
the women of saudi arabia are tried by fire
round and around,
mysterious mists, and red presence
as they all want something new.
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