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Jake, Forsake... Oh Jake, Forsake That wretched whore. Do try… Deny Her lustful lure. Try quick, I’m sick, My heart is sore. Reflect… Reject I do implore! False charm Will harm What you adore Heartbreak Can make For pain—galore. Act now, Allow Yourself, before She wins, And pins You…evermore!
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