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In this lonely night,
I'm missing you slight,
Rather than moving left and right,
Hope that you are sleeping tight.
There you are in my thoughts,
Still screaming like a peacock,
Singing songs forming a block,
Just stop being a dead rock.
I wish the lizard gets by,
Watches you in the eye,
The competition goes on for life,
And ultimately the lizard survives.
I dream of the trek,
Carrying you with all the wreck,
To meet the fictitious Shrek,
With the spirit that I generate.
I want to be your weed,
Everlasting therapeutic knead,
Talk me with the same old greed,
I'm the medicine that you need.