i dreamt that we were lovers relaxing by the fire,
but you, you were an actor paid for hire;
my mind, it cannot fathom just what you see in her,
but my mind is just my problem and my curse;
choose your love wisely you know that she's timing you,
i would try harder, but there's nothing i can do;
so here is the conclusion: the tortoise stands alone;
and she'll, she'll call your arms temporary home.
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