What will he do, what could he claim, oh, did he go deep, I'm a flower, a poo, a monkey, and his big yellow banana, a frame me, make me cry hierarchy,

That's not going to work, a poet and his rhymes, it should be a crime, grow a little, be mine, fine, and a third guy, maybe we should skip it, maybe we should start casting spells, say I love you, what does he do in his privacy, does he show he's a mortal, yeah, what should I give him, a prize, he's thirty, are you sure mate, too late, hesitation, hierarchy,

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Follow me, I know the way, said three guys, and wow, a doorway, no he wouldn't, a crime, and this love needs a rhyme, claiming something that's not mine, I'll leave you alone, make you moan, a frame, and a doorway,

Catching feelings, and oh no, I'm blue, I love it, its too clear, too lovely, and a secret third thing, this guy, and his opinion of you, I don't care what I'd do, he's a nerd, but I'm here now, the crime is next door, I don't want to play, babysit, this day, I don't care, he's programmed this way,

Thank you, that was very nice, likes to tease them, its too easy sometimes, and sometimes my heart beat passes me by, something sounds eleven, is it the rhyme?

And he died.