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brittle hearts crumble

Linga Dinga Simple

remember me
                                     I use to love you
                                              Lady
                                       remember me
                                    your stubbornness
                                       made me crazy
                                     tell me what to say
                                        since you always
                                           get your way

                                         hold to your pride
                                    maybe again I have lied
                                       or you want me to
                                       make something up
                                 I just called to say whats up
                                        don't read knowthing
                                                 into this call
                                       you were right after all
                                     what you watching on tv
                                       let me come by and see
                             take a bath and clean your mouth
                           guess you know what I'm talking about

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strong willed and sttern a lesson learned what ya'll talking about what's this is nah man that mine!

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Submitted by allanterry542curtis on October 28, 2021

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme AbaAxacxc ddbeexffaaxx
Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 1,162
Words 86
Stanzas 2
Stanza Lengths 9, 12
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