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Gentle tug only putters,
Gentle heart barely flutters,
Fuel can runneth over in your cup,
Endless drops of air to breathe right up,
Yet idle still you are without your spark,
The seasons of your life have jumped the shark,
It's time to resurrect you from your gloom,
It's time to let your flowers come full bloom,
That discontinued model of your heart,
will never have the option to push start,
So yank that cord and make that motor spin,
Command with roaring cries that life begin,
Bring order to the chaos of your death,
And down that cup of life 'til there's none left