"And now, for something completely the same:Wasted time and wasted breath,'s what I'll make, until my death. Helping people 'd be as good,but I wouldn't, if I could. For the few that help deserve,have no need, or not the nerve,help from strangers to accept,plus from mine a few have wept. Wept from joy, or from despair,or just from my vengeful stare. Ways I have, to look at stupid,make them see I am not Cupid. Make them see they are in error,for of truth I am a bearer. Most decide I'm just a bear,mauling at them, - like I care."
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