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Thy Young Mason
In the light of day
Mason sits under thy tree
Looking for whom to come sit with thee
But yet, nobody shall come
Alas 3 years past and thy yvng Mason still awaits a maiden
Thy tree is beginning to die, shriveling yvng Mason's dreams
His rear flattened for sitting there so many years
Shall his maiden come to him some day?
He ponders his thoughts whirling in that big head of his "hmmmm Orielle is a true love of mine" and shuts his diary throwing it against the hill
Young Mason jumps off thy cliff in honour of his true love
Landing in thy hands of his true love
Thus making Mason believe once again
now all my emotions are all cause of you
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