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Gooby Guy
Gooby Guy he was firstborn And so he led the way But he was lost his soul was torn He battled in the fray His hunger knew no bounds He rampaged to the sounds Gooby Guy he met a girl She taught him how to kiss And spinning 'round into a whirl She taught him to know bliss Her blood stained the cold snow No one would ever know Gooby Guy he had no friends No one could understand him The only time he followed trends He had to underhand them Seemed no one he'd ever loved Had ever lived to love Him
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