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A Beechers Brook is low
A hurdle at which greater men have fallen
She manipulates
Steals my mind and hides it in the garden

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But now, only love can bring me down
Somehow,somehow love must bring me down
I become the fan and the bellows
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The cupid masturbates
Absent of all thought and of all reason
Shoots me in the back
I think perhaps it must be shooting season
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Not me! Not me!