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Jump down from that high horse of yours

that way you can click your heels

and leap for joy into the air.



Because we hung out down by the brook

and made out under the dappled trees

all the while thinking only of each other.



And wasn't it joyous how we cuddled

and teased, and how we talked all about

those things that trouble the both of us.



I wonder, will you look back on this

as I'm sure I will, with a great memory

of wonderful times spent together?



So yeah, I'll run all about without a care

for what the world thinks of me and

I'll be myself in the face of critisism.