Love is a silly old thing
Held together by a fine old string
when we return after that
we still consider ourselves a little
bit brat
love is a sad thing too
little bit shittier than a loo
when we remain and stay
then we are like an animal bit stray
consider our position and proclaim
that we outsiders must aim
love is a dumb kind of thing
where we must our hearts bring
when we return after that
our house could be infested by a rat
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