Oh, how weary,
are the dreary.
Their tales of sorrow
and of woe.
are the dreary.
Their tales of sorrow
and of woe.
Just how broken-
hearted is she
On and on, (Yawn!)
she does go.
hearted is she
On and on, (Yawn!)
she does go.
Let’s just end them!
Rather this than,
we placate them.
They my foe.
Rather this than,
we placate them.
They my foe.
Insane my mind.
Incessant whine.
I must act now.
Strike my blow.
Incessant whine.
I must act now.
Strike my blow.
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