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Corey Ryan, No More A Cryin'
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Visions Get away from me, I want you not!
Your time is done, as I have sought
Love anew, with him who speaks to me
In such witty ways of what we'll see
Here, as our desires attune to the surf
That echoes our hearts atop Saxon turf,
Once privy to me and you, 'twas true,
Until my heart became like black and blue.
You, with your constant crass, your Corey-speak;
I've now a man with whom I'll seek
Another chance, this of a better sort
With honesty as our lovers' port
Wherefrom we, today and the morrow,
Will love the other free of any sorrow.
That's what I truly want, Corey Ryan.
Run, leave me now and no more a cryin'.
