You have not listen to,
What I have told, so many times earlier.
Oh, no,
What to do now,
I don't know.
What, you are doing,
Of course, wrong.
How to hit it,
I know not.
More or less,
I am fluctuated.
Since it is all yours,
True, I am not dedicated.
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