I bet your fortressed face
Belied your fort of lace
It is by the grace of me
You never learned what I could see
Oh you silly, stupid pastime of mine
You were always good for a rhyme
And from the first to all the last time
All the signs says 'stop'
But we went on whole-hearted it ended bad
But I love what we started
They said 'stop'
But we went
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