Give it to me,
It's good when cold,
The time is wee,
And my back is fold,
It's difficult to see,
What nature has made,
It stings like bee,
Since my days are fade,
I'll take it for free,
For i no more stride,
I paid the fee,
For my muscles to escalade,
Just buy it for me,
You know where it's sold,
I'll die like a tree,
keep watch the world.
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