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Imma write a song:
You and I
We come from different worlds
You and and your semantics
Do nothing for the squirrel.
You've got it in your head
That going 'round a tree
Means you go around everything
All the time. Even me.
(music swells)
But though you couldn't see logic
If it bit you in the asssssssssssss
I'll love you 'til the day I die
Because, this too, like aeroplanes,
Shall passssssssssssssssssssss.
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