Give me this. Give me that. Is that what you want?
My eyes are tired, it pierce forward. You want a reward?
I’m perfect? And I object. And you neglect?
How far you’ve gone? I’m not a clown. Oh, Hello John? I’ve
grown!
Well then, I sniff and still I keep. These hands you left.
To you John, I’m done and thrown. Hey go on your own.
So I wish it’s clear. Please disappear! You’re selfish dear.
I swear to stand with all my heart. Scream with might not
fright.
Have you spoken to the moon at dawn?
Oh, Hello John. Battle is over. I won!
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