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Stuck in these wily, windy moors

It’s really fucking stupid that you’reDressed like fucking Cupid.How foolish do you think I am?Those wings must be glued-on! Why are you pointing arrows at me?Go aim at a sparrow!My heart belongs to no oneAnd I do not like the dawn. I’ll just sleep-in foreverIf you don’t mind.You won’t severMy connection to the personI think…
