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Irony...
Sitting on the table sadly,
She knew that she was in love badly.
She thought of him,
Lovingly she picked his golden rim.
In agony she wrote day and night,
By the sun and even the candle...
She knew that she was in love badly.
She thought of him,
Lovingly she picked his golden rim.
In agony she wrote day and night,
By the sun and even the candle...
