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What’s up out there, darling dear
I’m missing your sharpness and wit
I witness more troubles from here
If this world is doomed to get split
Maybe one of its thousands of pieces
Will be suitable for habitation
A kinder God wouldn’t mind hear us
And softer will be every nation
And your little garden will grow
Bit larger and brighter each year
“The growing means work, as you know
Stop telling me these words of cheer..
You should say I wouldn’t be ill
With such a bouquet of diseases
That I could get over, until
You came with your stupid air kisses”.
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