I can't think, if said; think,
‘Cause, I think my own,
I have my own choice,
I have my own voice,
Why to flutter?
Why to blink?
I am not a kink,
I am not a duff,
Life is not to puff,
This is about the taste,
This is about the waste,
Don't compel me to shrink,
‘Cause, I think my own
I can't think, if said; think,
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