O, please stop running.
That'd be embarrassing.
You're sensitive in the morning
to the passing of Miss Breeze.
You're sentimental out on the street
to the endless fighting of Mr. Summer and Mr. Winter.
When will
you stop
bothering me?
When will
you stop
annoying me?
You're sensitive in the morning
to the passing of Miss Breeze.
You're sentimental out on the street
to the endless fighting of Mr. Summer and Mr. Winter.
When will
you stop
bothering me?
When will
you stop
annoying me?
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