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free cee ELITE ELOCUTION
ELITE ELOCUTION
Pray tell
My belle
Bespeak thy spell
And pierce my fragile shell
To make of me a harbinger in hell
My belle
Please explain
My swain
How thou shall surely be the measure of my pain
Please make plain
The stain upon my life which you will, with certainty, ordain
And about all my merriment which you have slain
Poor me, left with nothing left to gain
Caught in a realm where the unruly reign
My swain
Kindly repeat
My sweet
Why you granted me such grievances to greet
While mourning the morning we came to meet
A pert lady, both pretty and petit
Who elucidates the elite
But is far less than discreet
And defined well my love’s ultimate defeat
‘tis true
That is you,
my sweet
So utter goodbye and please finally free me
Because with you it’s not easy for me to be me
And let me make it all quite clear
That I fear
I like not liking you more than I liked liking you, my dear
So there!
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