</>There is one
There is two
There is three
There is four
There is five
There is six
Plus another four more
That's how many people like me
But I don't understand why they do
I don't know how it could be
Makes me despise hearing 'I love you'
Can't somebody make it stop?
To them, I'm like a prize to be won;
Or an appealing item at the toy shop
That they must have just for the fun...
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