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Slow movement on the right
Moment not even a slight
Twinkle in your eyes to say
I'm right
In bondage so goes the pose
And now you're in the throes
Where did your plumage go - to waste?
I couldn't do it
Now washed and time dried
Of your touch and sweet lies
Brass cocoon for the cavalier
Your welcomed abuse
An ark for the excuse
Kick back my support and I'm falling
I couldn't do it
You'll err and there I'll lurk
I hope it doesn't work out
I hope it doesn't work out
I hope it doesn't work out
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