Where to start,
then where to begin,
playdough copied from,
a comic script once again,
make you laugh,
then make you cry all over,
on my tuxedo,
kiss you and say goodbye,
why did you open up that door,
such a cold heart I see before me,
sad and lonely soul,
wandering with love,
did I ever ask you to say hello,
all over again,
is there only just regret,
that nothing ever was to be,
this king has fire,
that moves the the light,
his wings wraps the day,
then turns the night,
into day,
love is all,
me, myself I,
I am.
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