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‎ They will come close ooo yeah! ‎ Pretending to help wipe your tear. ‎ Be watchful oo dear! ‎ Else they swipe your glory clear. ‎ ‎ Cheer up for now my friend, ‎For this prophesy is yet unripe. ‎So long as you are yet to trend, ‎Their plans are still in the pipe. ‎ ‎Only one thing can be done. ‎Be careful where you sleep, ‎When the night does come. ‎In case the road becomes steep, ‎Make sure you don't slip. ‎ ‎If you can't pretend then try. ‎Let them not see you cry. ‎For as soon as you shed a tear, ‎They will get together and cheer. ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ Which is easy to do? ‎ Love me emotionally, ‎ Or trust me willy nilly? ‎ For such, are we doyen. ‎ ‎ Maybe none at all, ‎ Will fit this discourse. ‎ Neither the brain this small, ‎ Or a large heart for this course. ‎ ‎ Let me trust your infractions, ‎ Let thy words know no simile. ‎ When nature closes my eyes, ‎ Still abide with me till the mile. ‎ ‎ Show me thy love! ‎ Make it seem from above. ‎ Treat me with passion, ‎ As if your skin feels my traction. ‎ ‎A twin allies, ‎Whose foes are lies. ‎Like the tongue and teeth, ‎Then mouth has caused them to tame. ‎ ‎ That together in one den of crust, ‎ They must work hand-in-hand. ‎ So treat me as you may demand. ‎For without love, where is trust?