They Need To Regret
For them we are mock
Don't know why they knock
Such a subject of fun
For them; why we run
Away, they'll never understand.
Why do our feelings worth nothing
The song of jest they always sing.
To them it pretends to be fancy
Making our fun is their tendency
Thus make us feel lime worthless sand.
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