Nine ten, he’s gone again

One two, I’ll be a little blue

Three four, quickly lock my door

Five six, a parasitic tick

Seven eight, rely on fate

Nine ten, he’s gone again.

 

Eleven twelve, take my self off the shelf

Thirteen fourteen, maybe do some courting

Fifteen sixteen, build a life that’s pristine

Seventeen eighteen, do a self-rating

Nineteen twenty, create a life less empty.

 

 

 

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