i feel like thuh tin man uv oz

.
                                            lock'd are mine mawz
                                                  grip'd by vinter
                                                     it's froze'd
                                                         rust'd
                                                        stick'd

                                            'tiz thuh early spring
                                                          surly
                                           dorothy will be come'n
                                                   any day now

                                                most likely in uh
                                              diaphanous vernal 
                                                          frock

                                                        i need 
                                                       uh    uv
                                                           bit
                                                          earl
                                                          have uh heart
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