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A man of letters, his days are numbered
I met a gal, thought she was smart
Eventually she broke my heart
I'm grateful she didn't break my liver
If she did that, wouldn't forgive her
You'd never meet a gal as dumber
I couldn't see her in the summer
Since summer's followed by uh..fall
She couldn't take that risk at all
I said 'Can't we meet before autumn?'
But all my pleas were for naught..um
She told me 'I don't need a reason
Don't want to see you any season!'
