All the words I'm holding back have made my tongue grow fat,
Too much I'd say, but leave unsaid, to shake a senate at,
So I write to her poetry, words enough to choke her,
Though if I ever did her justice, that would make her mediocre.
Too much I'd say, but leave unsaid, to shake a senate at,
So I write to her poetry, words enough to choke her,
Though if I ever did her justice, that would make her mediocre.
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