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Dancing round what I felt as free
In stockings bought from aisle three
Students sing for you and me
Trapped in restless agony
Rearing back behind a tree
A man who seemed near forty
Controlled a robot as dirty
That spoke words so flirty
If there was drive it'd hurt thee
Only if distracted it may be
Not unless its thoughts agree
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