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Ah, my island man,

lovable monster

let's go to the cave

escaping the elite

and those bikini-clad

ladies

staring at your glutes.



The mirrored ball is hung

in the caverns, and

dazzles with reflections

of passion,

all done in red.



And here we are

on this cold night

in this cold cave,

each holding a slate,

writing a verse.

I'll show you mine if

you'll show me yours.