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Dear orthodox, I can't control my feelings
And who hit me? I just might be
Coming round the bush
And my stilts, they began cracking
Subsequently pushed
And I looked to see that it was she
Just some abandoned little crook like me
Adieu, adieu and fare thee well
This was the ending, please
I was attached on bended knee
But I declined my leave
But who could blame a fraction of her being?
She is cheesy, she is scrawny
With her uncanny styling
I'm teasing, she is pleasing
She just has no wit
I'm sorry I don't have her face
And I'm probably gonna lose this race
There is no doubt she's such a mouse
With such an abstract grace
There is no cure, I am sure
For this ten cent blues
Then she chose to dissect me
And I was casted into poverty
But I did not agree with her
She said, "Now, you got nerve”
But I don't care if I'm granted
For all these things
If I were one among this crowd
Would you call that defeat?
In a way it's making me crazy
In a sense that it's making me stronger
A likely chance and it's probably proven
In the end we'll all walk away
Shaking hands on a doormat
I salute you, sir
A stranger and a happy fit
Too glad I'm part of it
And that I saw it all
HATA BİLDİR
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