Come on baby rouse my ire
C'mon baby, strum my lyre
C'mon baby stoke my pyre
Come on baby poison my woke
with swole, come on baby make
my parts so great that if everything
fits, I could be whole and then what
it is could amount to soul, but
that would be nondemonstrable. Come
on, baby come on. BABY C'MON
let's know this knoll we've come out
upon so long ago we should know
how to write its song
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