my dearest white lady girl oh my
glommily blackened heart has been
yes thinking of you quite often why
i don't know for it's true i
have had my doubts to deny
it all which was foolish since i'd seen
your truth already when we'd still lie
to each other right inbetween
those strange days when we still would fry
just egg yolk instead of a single bean
such a long time after we'd cry
with a final tune by the head of queen
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