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Will you Marry Me
I am different, how honest, sweet heart
When I shall choke you and strike your face
Baby, I will take responsibility
When I shall ambush you and cut your face
Honey pie, I will pay the doc’s bill
For every pint of blood to stain my hands
Sweet Sugar, I will say sorry
For all the broken limbs I shall scatter
Darling, I will seek them and return them
When I shall throw you down the balcony
My! I will run down the stairs and pick your body
Sweet Heart, while at it, if you die
I will write your epitaph
My Words of undying Love
Great poetry the world will marvel
Angel of God, I’m down on bended knee
You are my all, can’t go on without you
Will you marry me?
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